Craig Kirchner

WOUND US ALL It’s there. It’s still there, just under, seething, ready to explode, to rise up, shed the ugly evil laminate that has slimed over its soul like pond scum. It wants to rid itself of the rot, the spineless that represent it, the inhumanity of the demons pulling the strings, applying an agent ice that will traumatize for generations. It’s there. It’s still there, just below the