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 […]

OF MICE & ZEN

“I reached around and realised immediately that this wasn’t the type of prison I was accustomed to.” muse: matthew leitch I couldn’t understand how it had come to this. In fact, as I stood on the threadbare carpet, my toes feeling the burnt nylon crusts from ancient cigarettes in unknown fingers, and the inexorable weight […]