M. Amphet Salt : Writing

Concrete W***e

Concrete W***e

A Poem by M. Amphet Salt


My wingless bird, you fill my heart with concrete You give me so much graying mortar And bring me lime at the end of each setting sun. Don..
C.U.M.

C.U.M.

A Poem by M. Amphet Salt


Oh. My. God! He it Cums-
Death is Working With Coworkers

Death is Working With Coworkers

A Story by M. Amphet Salt


In this place, you have to come in, do your eight and hit the gate. Let the words of mockery go in one ear, and out the other, or the serpent's ..