Ladies & gentlemen something magickal is stirring in Austin, Texas. A tribal cacophony of drums & guitar. The warbling of a shaman with the sweet sounds of angels banging on tambourines.
& they are coming to town near you.
I had the luck to chat with Brandon Burkart (shamanic warbling & bass-basher) & Dahveed Dubois (cosmic strings).
People of the World, I give you The Saint James Society …
Continue reading Music – Getting Real Gone with The Saint James Society by Jason Michel
You can read Paul‘s story That Fat Red Bastard in PMM HERE!
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Continue reading Art/Comics -Too Much Ado About Dick – Paul “Deadeye” Dick
I’ve heard from doctors that they can’t watch hospital series like ER and Casualty because of the medical inauthenticity of some scenes. Policeman surely say the same thing about the CSI franchise (okay EVERYONE says the same thing about CSI Miami). Dinner-ladies probably thought the same thing about Victoria Wood’s classic comedy series dinnerladies, for all I know.
Craig Wallwork is relevant and irreverent.
His writing is a smorgasbord of cinematic imagery and a gleeful “Fuck You!” to the conventions and pomposity of literature.
I like him and this interview, like the collapse of the financial system, was only a matter of time coming …
That lousy bitch! I’ll say it again. That lousy bitch! I fuck one French girl and I end up having my heart and nose broken. Paris was supposed to be romantic. I’ve seen the films. Midnight walks down the Seine, a kiss by the Hotel De Ville. No. This city is a guillotine decapitating love at the neck, and from its weeping wound Continue reading Killer Revolution by Craig Wallwork
We went in like insurance salesmen just like Tommy’d laid it out. Three-piece suits, briefcases, the whole bit. At six-thirty in the morning. Seems Tommy had a friend who was an assistant manager at the Men’s Warehouse who could be talked into letting us have some threads on credit. We’d just have to pay double the price on the stickers. Seemed reasonable usury, the credit place we were in.
Continue reading Supermarkets Are Where The Money Is by Les Edgerton
In the club Ian had some blonde straddling him. On the black leather bench seat that ran the full length of the wall each side of him couples’ were either fucking with theatrical revelry or in various stages of reckless foreplay. As the blonde rode Ian he saw over her shoulder that through the murk of hazy spotlights Erin was navigating a route towards him. Ian eased the blonde off his lap, “Sorry,” he made a gesture at Erin, whose petite frame stood there completely naked apart from her high red stilettos. “Girlfriend problems,” he joked. The blonde Continue reading Temporary Things by U.V. Ray
Pool of blood, spreading outwards, towards my feet. Warren laying on top of it, his chest eaten up by four buckshot holes. His right arm is twisted and he has a revolver in his hand.
I look down at the pool, which has become an ocean. It’s contracting now, moving back towards Warren.
They say that you always remember your first love. Your first fuck. I remember my first kill…A loveless virgin at 12 years old, I killed the pimp who murdered my mom…
But as I stalk up the stairs, to find that rat fuck mayor who tried to kill me, I can’t help thinking about that first kill I did for my first employer – ‘
Continue reading That Fat Red Bastard – A Dick Dice Problem Interception by Paul ‘Deadeye’ Dick
The rosary, if counted a certain way, shows much about the hands and character of the man who counts them. The beads themselves may point the way to deeds that are unspeakable to a man of the cloth. A symbol is a matter of time locked in a moment and open to interpretation. It is a sign of what is to occur in a latitude that Continue reading Ice In The Veins by Richard Godwin
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