

@murderedbycrows
"I pocketed the parchment scrap – indeed there was nobody to stop me as the library staff had to a man and woman been slaughtered by the tiny terrorists of the Children’s Theater Troupe out on the square."

Teach a man to proverb...
"I had to take great care at this time as the city was convulsed with mass killings carried out by the Chalazia Children’s Theater Troupe, a savage faction of youthful mayhem-dealers and run-amokkers."

Teach a man to proverb...
"You’re on your back now. Your body feels bad. Bad everywhere. Unspecifically. You try the door back to unconsciousness. Oh my god."

The Queue
Murdered by CrowsWhat is your contract with the reader? Have you thought about that? I have been for the past year or so after I felt like storytelling and “writerly intention” became two different things. Considering we are stealing bits of time from strangers, it seems prudent to have some agreement with them about the exchange. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far: • I won’t waste your time with things that don’t move story. • I won’t force you to read a shittier version of something you could find somewhere else. • I won’t lie to you, but I might deceive you. • I may turn your stomach, but it will be for a purpose. • I will reward you for spending time with my art. Nothing like adding another rubric or failure to the pile, but if you alienate your reader then you’re just writing for yourself.
My new post is a piece I wrote for the Wrizzit Seven Deadly Sins anthology with the help of A.P. Murphy. It doesn’t look like that publication is going to… publish, so I’ve just taken it upon myself to share. Here’s a shout out to A.P Murphy for letting me gawk at their work without reading into it too much. Without you, this piece would be strange.
Mandated cannibals is the name of my punk rock band. "mandated cannibals feast so merrily and so mournfully."
Strange Eucharist
"livin asshol thinkin he reddy to shotgunn mai hedd off but ayam furst an ai gottim bai tha throte an tha blud the warm livin bludd the sweet livvery bludd oll flowin its a shower, an a sweet shower tu - ov BLUDDD! jussss bluddd"

daun ov the dedd
Hopefully I’m accepted to join the Wrizzit Poetry Anthology before the deadline. I’ve written a poem in collaboration with @a-p-murphy for the occasion.
"Of all the advice I received in my life in the wild, the most bullshit piece was about the red boxcar UUH17."

Don’t Ride Railcar UUH17
Murdered by Crows"I once saw a man thrown from a moving train. He was my friend, and he was the first person to try and help me survive the life of hopping freight trains."

Don’t Ride Railcar UUH17
Murdered by CrowsOn the grief.