Oh, Dorothy…
...I see nothing but a wall of spinning dust and blurs and an occasional glimpse of unidentifyable objects. The ability to speak was beyond me, I could not recognize or make out simple words or...
View ArticleMy Body, My Work
I got out a notebook and started scrawling down business names, thinking of my past: the animals, the death and freakery, my art and writing and most of all...the horses. Read the rest
View ArticleAlone, With My Thoughts
My brain's been revving all day, I've been uncomfortable in my skin, feeling slippery in it, too loose, too large. It's not a manic thing. Just a revving, roiling brain troubled by something, something...
View ArticleA S(o)Low bUrn, ohGr & Cranial diaGnostics
People surrounding me, bodies hot, packed to the walls, faceless, voices a throb of unintelligible sound, lows throbbing like bass heard from outside of a club, highs like whalesong squeals. Ogre...
View ArticleSkinny Puppy Love: hanDover, Werewolf Graffiti & My New Tattoo
Jennii's vision of Nivek Ogre as a stalking, drooling, technicolor werewolf came along well before the recent 2014 Shapes for Arms tour. When we first saw Ogre and his apocalyptic doggie/wolfie/animal...
View ArticleVIVIsectVI: To Hell with Any Bullshit
I was EmpTe, shattered and alone. A perfect situation for a strong, charismatic presence to step in, hold all of my attention and focus, and start to mold and shape me into a completely new person. The...
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