13 Quotes by Logan Ryan Smith

Those fucking birds are circling overhead again. Not that I hate them, those fucking birds.

Poems. I tell ya, there were some great ones. The world, when it was early in the making and easy for the taking, was all poetry, man.

My name’s King Clyde The Destroyer and I’m fourteen-years-old and I’m tough as nails and I’ve lived in a dump my whole life...

Before I dragged her by the legs back to The Memory Palace, I cut my unborn brother from her stomach with my bowie knife and flung his red-glistened body by the toe into the nearest garbage mountain, the nearest Hades.

You worked for Walmart, Nestle, De Beers, or some other corporate monster. You were wealthy but you often bathed me in pennies. Melted pennies. I let you because I thought you were infallible. I drank molten copper because you told me to. I would do anything you asked me to.

People are slippery.Especially when they excrete.Or bleed.Or fuck.

Iron bridges hum and lofty buildings of steel and glass glint in the sun’s rays and lean over everything with stretched shadows.

It felt good, the match sparking a small flame into existence, and that small flame igniting an all engrossing one. Like the big bang.

Fog is somewhere under the Golden Gate Bridge waiting to eat us all, but it’s staying there, invisible, for the time being, waiting for the right hour to cover and consume us.