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Multitudes

December 10, 2013 by beat valley

i would ruin myself again for you, for love but no, i wouldn’t why donate?

you know how speeches giving love such oft-corrupted figures as doves, roses, rays of sunshine make no clearer the matter than a zipper binds two ends of cloth in a closure you can’t rip apart or leave undone in error? imagine some well-intended maître d’, ardent, introducing specials while we slide our attention to satins […]

The Ecstatic Trail

January 14, 2008 by lane bicycle

Some people get stuck with lice or cursed by psychotic daydreams. My lot is a hairy belly. I am not a hairy person over all, no back hair for example; just tufted halos round my nipples, a bit on the breastbone. But then this patch on my middle, the hairy belly, a forest fortress round […]

Who’s the Greatest?

July 18, 2007 by lars russell

Football fans in Atlanta and round the globe mourn today because it looks like the man heralded as the NFL’s version of Michael Jordan may turn instead into the NFL’s version of Barry Bonds. Some might have hoped Michael Vick become football’s Muhammad Ali, now an American doll shivering and beloved but once an idol […]

Beat Valley Comics: Smyrna-Bataille

June 15, 2006 by beat valley

I went with my dad to a cookout. A birthday party for one of his climbing buddies. I saw a National Geographic from 1946 and a homeless man eating the food kept asking if anyone remembered the Savings and Loan scandal. No one would admit it!

Sunday After the War

July 24, 2005 by lars russell

When I don’t know where to begin you say start at the beginning. But I don’t remember the very beginning. I must start with what I remember. Everywhere we were caught up in terror and we had to fend for ourselves. The demand was silence and yet I had nothing to be silent about. When […]

DVD Night: Amadeus vs. Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song

January 25, 2005 by lars russell

Everything happens for a reason. Everything that comes our way is won, right? Teach em up and kids get right after that intimacy with god or perfection of wisdom chasing like it’s the fucking milk truck and no one wants to end up with gold teeth. Eventually the wake grows so wide only image left […]