D.C. Suburb, pop punk super hero and zinester.
Blog= an inconsistent ejaculation into the endless web of non-responses and distant cracked computer monitors.
And in every hand, smartphones made footage
of their bodies,
the heaps and twists of metal.
The smoke uploaded the wreckage
to the screenlike sky
where it goes on burning forever—
you will never know if dying is like that,
the same scenes repeated across a larger mind
—Kevin Prufer, from “How He Loved Them.”
Photography: Melissa Catanese.
jokes are most certainly illegal. knock knock you say? ill tell you who’s there. the fucking police.
Seriously. All my jokes suck because the cops told me I was having too much fun. If I get caught being funny *BAM!* three crusiers and the whole damn squad will be hauling me back to the slammer.