from Black Series
Issue #81
Spring 2000
I didn’t want to only dream in black and white, but when the colors came back they frightened me, the reds I’d thought I craved, their technicolor poisons shimmering, an errant lens, a gauzy burning dress. Smooth forms deceive, give...
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