He whistles what he prays to be the musical
password to the robot guardian that, despite
its believably human form, does not actually
breathe, but reveals in its glass eyes a flicker
of the spark that animates its ceramic frame.
I have six new dreamlike, erotic, grotesque pieces appearing in Deluge and Coffin Bell.
"There Are No Monsters," "Translation: Interference・Outbreak" & "Fangs of Pink Ice"