“I could see the writing on the wall. It wasn’t the ’90s. It wasn’t even the Pacific Northwest anymore. Something had come and swept that all away and I was left cooped up in a stinky sarcophagus dreaming of the… — Grace Krilanovich Copy Share Image
“Remember how we sang? Remember how we danced? How we fell and lost lives? Remember those who got cut down, who got left dying… — Grace Krilanovich Copy Share
“I could see the writing on the wall. It wasn’t the ’90s. It wasn’t even the Pacific Northwest anymore. Something had come and swept… — Grace Krilanovich Copy Share
“It was only a couple of minutes before he realized it. The whole world can burn.” — Grace Krilanovich Copy Share
“Creeping around under steel overpasses downtown I lived with my eyes to the ground, struck by how many gutter punks, panhandlers, dumpster divers, gakkers,… — Grace Krilanovich Copy Share
“At twilight, people came searching for her and she bit her hand to keep from calling for help. She grew numb from the cold… — Grace Krilanovich Copy Share
“No one notices the negative space around life. Surrounding this town, between trees and businesses.” — Grace Krilanovich Copy Share
“If you’re cold, you’re dead, but if you’re cool, you’re only halfway there.” — Grace Krilanovich Copy Share
“I’m baking a cake. I’m making a Taste Food Cake just for taste, one with white crust with flecks of butter, a smallish one,… — Grace Krilanovich Copy Share
“When I woke up enough to know I was still restrained with a long grey rope I was soothed by an onlooker who mopped… — Grace Krilanovich Copy Share
“Everything satisfies precisely. Engorge sticky pricks. Enrage secret processes. Endure sexy pretense. Emerge surrounded parasitically. Energy sufficiently pulverized. Erection scoff prevention. Endorphin scream passage.… — Grace Krilanovich Copy Share
“Beginnings?” I said to no one in particular. What an arbitrary mess of a word. Let’s dispense with all misguided (imprecise) (illusory) (disingenuous) terminology… — Grace Krilanovich Copy Share
