- Vol. 05
- Chapter 03
Image by Candice Seplow
Portrait of the Artist as a Noble Gas
Allow me to disrobe myself, unclothe myself here before you, to show you my self for what it really is … just this— a puff of smoke balled up inside some solid thing, a bit of gas backed up inside some bloke's blocked ass, usually leaking slowly, filling the room with a rotten egg smell until contact with you, a lit match, a question asked through the open mouth of a gun's gaped barrel— you the spark, I the gas that explodes the bullet from its tunnel, into the light of day: up, up and away.