It’s my birthday, but the clouds are offended again because of something I’ve said or thought. Their bellies are full of dark-sick, gauzy vomit, pushing away the sky which doesn’t remember I’m nine today. People are talking about the moon, how there are men on it for the first time, but people have told me […]
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The End of the World as We Know It
I spend entirely too much time thinking about the end of the world. I should clarify. I don’t think very much about the ways the world could actually end: climate change-related, nuclear disaster, asteroid. I spend more time thinking about zombies. Vampires. Dragons. Maybe aliens. But mostly zombies, the Walking Dead kind more than the […]