Squish. Squish. A couple embraces, their fingers carefully caressing two fleshy gashes in the shape of a carved X. Located on their respective torso flanks, these slashes pucker like keloid scars around a wet red opening as if David Cronenberg designed Jesus’s yoni-ish crucifixion wound. Squick. Squick. The couple’s middle two fingers enter each other’s … Continue reading
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, but I have a tendency to be a little, um, WORDY. Because we all need a break sometimes from my unending (draining) gush of thoughts and because there are shows closing soon still worthy of our attention, I thought we’d try something different: brevity! So … Continue reading
Recently with our constant free-flowing shit show in American politics, I find myself thinking with surprising frequency: Fuck that shit, I’m going to space. Taken from a prevalent meme featuring a shark flying through the star-lined galaxy, my intergalactic daydreams of escape, star cruising into space never to look back, now have an articulated vision. … Continue reading
Why hello, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! *low hum* What’s that?!!! Up there in the sky! It’s a bird, It’s a plane, it’s a disco ball…NO it’s a UFO! Take us, we’re ready! Ready for HALLOWREEN that is! Even though it’s still hotter than two hamsters farting in a wool sock out there, we’re officially in … Continue reading