"Talking to God's like jerking off. You strain in the dark for years, but then a fuse gets lit, and people come screaming out of the fire. They land in the streets, their arms and legs blown off. A man on a horse tips his hat. Marilyn holds down her dress. In the charred air, angels hang."

--Rauan Klassnik, Holy Land (2008)


Don't forget the Transplant Olympics.


"Surely it is the only thing we've got and there is a strange beauty to the wreckage." (via Bookslut)


Cannibalistic bands begin roaming the suburbs, terrorizing and then devouring any who remained behind after the general breakdown of order. They do not build, they do not sow, they do not reap, they only take--repeating on a modest scale the one lesson it was thought needful to impart by those who came before.