Chill’s face is the colour of shock; grey and white and half-blooded. This is a good background for his eyes. Like all diseases, they are green.
These are the days that remind you. There’s Jimmy, in the bedroom, vomiting Valium. And he keeps telling you that he loves you. You’re talking hospitals and stomach pumps. Jimmy’s talking love. FIRST PUBLISHED IN ‘OUTRAGE’
An insighful and poetic night-long rage against the machine. FIRST PUBLISHED IN ‘OVERLAND’