Category Archives: Chris Butler

by Chris Butler At night, I leave the windows and doors unlocked to my bedroom and lay naked, wearing no underwear, crying out loud without a voice, choking on his pacifier gagger, in the hope I won’t have to sleep … Continue reading →

by Chris Butler Barack Hussein Obama Bin Laden sells cigarettes and powerball tickets to concerned citizens in the picket at the ground zero 7/11, where jumper angels drop from a burning heaven, rather than choke to death on black smoke … Continue reading →