Essential to the spirit of this publication is its free and immediate distribution. Bruce Burrows atmosphere Reentry is killing me I will be vaporized in a crater. Angry hurt people. Coming apart finally indulging admitting facing something outside of martyr insanity insanity Cannot decide if the potential for insanity in the human mind in my mind is expressly limited or absolutely infinite. Afraid to write misery the line in front is so long and identical animals live better unsupervised that is the difference Cut off another severed by choice but pleading still.
Part is there too.
A perfectly shaped charge waiting to implode. Open your fist, accept these weeds , fan away dust settling in unmemorable, brownish-grey layers in unused hallways, basements, government buildings crumbling in the shadows of concrete monoliths, point toward the sky , toward what may be the center of the galaxy. Garbage, garbage, screech, rev mumbling. I smell smoke, burning, candle wax on the edge of a drip. So I am attracted.