Red Tin Noodles

Press the petal to your hand with my heart. It needs you beyond the mere forest of our limbs. While bitter tears in barren ground remain, This seed must grow larger than our sorrow, Pollinating … Read more

Later for you, paratrooper. The dawn just ate your target. Another war will crop up before nightfall. Otherwise, what will we do with our tanks? Somewhere, another terrorist is born. And a schoolkid shaves his … Read more