NAVIGATING BULLSHIT

“There was a knock at her door; it was Nick Cave.” muse: kirra pendergast Maggie was sick and tired of people taking the piss; specifically, people with flaccid appendages dangling between their legs; more specifically the preened-bearded, wax-haired, fake-spectacled, kitsch-shirted six-foot-one flaccid appendage talking at her from the other side of the reclaimed pallet table […]