artwork copyright© 2015 joeyfeldman, all rights reserved; www.joeyfeldman.com By: Kris Khatchikian i’ve told her before, i know what you did you whore i try not to be mean, but the bastard she fucked his nicknames Mr.Clean not cause he’s bald not cause hes clean cause she’s a fiend, and shes in […]
by Kris Khatchikian “Is that him”? “No,” I whispered in an aggressive tone, “don’t point!” slapping his hand down with a quick flash. “Do you know how to act, goddamnit” This was strange territory, unfamiliar faces, a stench of previous crimes and an electricity that something illegal and possibly evil […]
By Kris Khatchikian One last sip, as i finish my favorite whiskey. Have you tried it? Fireball we call it. I’m sure you’ve heard, It’s possibly caused your stomach to curdle; Good ole fireball.
By: Kris Khatchikian I’ve always been taught to trust the man in the white coat. The man who has my age in experience with the human body! A true genius if one were to ask. Yet with each harassing passing day, I find myself cursing these disguised dealers that each have […]