Monday, June 17, 2013
 I watched my sister disappear as if the air were erasing her.

 I watched my sister disappear as if the air were erasing her.

She pulled her arms open wide to expose what was left of the smashed chifforobe in her bedroom, ripping the doors askance. And there, buried beneath bunched-up coats and jackets, was the missing goat from the basement. Its neck had been snapped by the crush of the support beams when the house caved in after the séance.

She pulled her arms open wide to expose what was left of the smashed chifforobe in her bedroom, ripping the doors askance. And there, buried beneath bunched-up coats and jackets, was the missing goat from the basement. Its neck had been snapped by the crush of the support beams when the house caved in after the séance.

Thursday, June 13, 2013
I wanted to tip the scales with you. With you there could be no contrasting desires or misunderstandings that we couldn’t understand together. You always made me feel whole, and human. You made me feel that I exist.

I wanted to tip the scales with you. With you there could be no contrasting desires or misunderstandings that we couldn’t understand together. You always made me feel whole, and human. You made me feel that I exist.

(Source: corpseonpumpkin.com)

Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Portrait of the artist in pecan orchard w/ bottle of Smirnoff. Self portrait, Sonic Ranch, Tornillo, Texas. January 2013, with BRONCHO, making a record.

Portrait of the artist in pecan orchard w/ bottle of Smirnoff. Self portrait, Sonic Ranch, Tornillo, Texas. January 2013, with BRONCHO, making a record.

(Source: corpseonpumpkin.com)

January 2013 / Tornillo, TX. On the outskirts of Sonic Ranch with BRONCHO, surrounded by bullet shells and the twinkling lights of Juarez, Mexico dazzling in the distance as the sun starts to set. “Do you owe the cops a conversation?”

January 2013 / Tornillo, TX. On the outskirts of Sonic Ranch with BRONCHO, surrounded by bullet shells and the twinkling lights of Juarez, Mexico dazzling in the distance as the sun starts to set. “Do you owe the cops a conversation?”

(Source: corpseonpumpkin.com)

Monday, June 10, 2013
If you’ve forgotten where you left your heart, it’s in a small locked metal box in the floor safe in the back closet, beneath a flap of carpeting that comes up in the corner. I put it there before I left for the countryside, and in case you’ve forgotten where the key is, it’s where it’s always been, in a coffee cup tucked way at the back of the cabinet on the top shelf.

If you’ve forgotten where you left your heart, it’s in a small locked metal box in the floor safe in the back closet, beneath a flap of carpeting that comes up in the corner. I put it there before I left for the countryside, and in case you’ve forgotten where the key is, it’s where it’s always been, in a coffee cup tucked way at the back of the cabinet on the top shelf.

(Source: corpseonpumpkin.com)

Saturday, June 8, 2013
The nest was burned out of her leg, leaving behind a crater the size of a marble. Once the infestation inside was cleaned and cleared with peroxide, the burned subcutaneous tissue was then shined and glossed over with a saline finish, the empty sanitized hole in her leg filled with sawdust and wood glue. When this solution hardened, they painted over the finished hole with a semi-permanent skin toner to conceal scarification. She wore a short skirt to the company picnic the following week and nobody could tell.

The nest was burned out of her leg, leaving behind a crater the size of a marble. Once the infestation inside was cleaned and cleared with peroxide, the burned subcutaneous tissue was then shined and glossed over with a saline finish, the empty sanitized hole in her leg filled with sawdust and wood glue. When this solution hardened, they painted over the finished hole with a semi-permanent skin toner to conceal scarification. She wore a short skirt to the company picnic the following week and nobody could tell.

(Source: corpseonpumpkin.com)