Red Tin Noodles

We think of your spurious garages robed in the feeble edges of flat tire lungs your oil cans like robot teats for monkey wrenches howling around the ominous batteries sublimated spark plugs and anxious metal … Read more

You know we are not alone. Out the window there’s a drone. Insect nose against the glass, photographing your bare ass. Drone, I curse your every blade. What gives you rights to invade? Now from … Read more