Box | Christopher Moylan
Tell me how it gets started, this sudden fashion for a drug. It’s more than a fashion, it’s a kind of chemical chain letter, a telepathic group think on the mos...
Tell me how it gets started, this sudden fashion for a drug. It’s more than a fashion, it’s a kind of chemical chain letter, a telepathic group think on the mos...
The table rocked when you pressed against it. The chair swayed a bit, too. You weren’t sure if it was the floor, the foundation, the furniture. You were beginni...
No food in the fucking fridge. White cold shards of glass on the floor, I hope it wasn’t me, I hope I didn’t break that window, but it’s not looking good. The c...