Clint Catalyst

Morning breaks. So do bottles and bones.

— Clint Catalyst

Methamphetamine is so Flowers for Algernon: All that super-human cerebral ability fades to limited physical activities like stapling carpet scraps to the…

— Clint Catalyst

It's so hard being goth. You have to have a bad time everywhere.

— Clint Catalyst

“...feel the fierce way desire tourniquets itself around you and clings Clubland South of Market tweak- chic trannies powder their noses from…

— Clint Catalyst

YOU YOU YOU your eyes, thick as a high school scrapbook crackling and yellow, curling at the edges a book of myths…

— Clint Catalyst

“Filip was from San Jose, but his painfully good looks excused that. He was tall, six-foot-something-or-other, intensely blue eyes, chiseled features, massive…

— Clint Catalyst

There's so much I should say, so many things I should tell him, but in the end I tell him nothing. I…

— Clint Catalyst

“The movement Of the body is Where poetry Begins”

— Clint Catalyst