Jun 072011
 

Down below, far below, desires stirred through concrete canyons, whipping into a heady froth when the buildings grew close and crowds gathered, rising steadily over the bars and brothels, higher than it would have seemed possible. Up to the top of the tallest of the towers. And with those desires, came snatches of conversation. First, […]

Jun 072011
 

“Dwarves.” “Excuse me?” “Dwarves. Fucking Dwarves. They’re always there. Watching.” It was only when I turned my head and looked at the guy that I figured out he wasn’t talking to me, just mumbling with his old boozer mumble into an old fashioned half filled with a dark amber liquid. Scotch, maybe. I hadn’t been […]

Jun 072011
 

My Sanyo IG404 went off with the distinctive growl of a genetically modified Dalmatian, the kind the North Koreans raise in special porcelain vats to carry bright green and orange saddlebags filled with C4, depleted uranium, and roofing nails through the DMZ and into the suburbs of Seoul. It was a freaked out personal assistant […]