My Head Sounds Like That

Pioneers

Infinite And Improbable Shapes

Make no mistake that this decision, your decision, will ultimately come back to haunt you.

Machines Of Hate

"You see, demons can exert some control over things like the weather or the small minded but gravity is the ultimate demon. Nobody controls that bitch." Words | J. Curtis Music | Guadalupe Plata

The Devil You Know

"We come together with Cash but only for a little while Then you're Waylon and I’m not Willie" Words & Performance | J. Curtis

Strange Romance

"Now, put yourself behind the wheel or in one of the seats. Where are you driving off to?" Words & Performance | J. Curtis

How To Become A Time Traveler

"Vegas is somewhere behind you. The weeklong bender, those gaps in time and synapse that will never fire again are the only take home in that doggie bag brain between your ears." Written by J. Curtis Music by Guadalupe Plata

The Two Palms Motel

A sea-bound traveller of more than fifteen years she had a base knowledge of common languages from the ports she frequented but this was something different — a gutterspeak. Written by J. Curtis

Tokyo Blue

The dream is always the same. Written by J. Curtis

Recurring Dreams

She could lift a wallet, sure, like she just did but she’d also come away with much more with only a slight touch. Written by J. Curtis

Freakshow

I saw you lying there pretending I don’t exist when we both can smell your stench. Written by J. Curtis Performed by Erin Cadd

A Love Letter (to someone I hate)

She sat quietly as her father’s voice played through the earbuds. Every word he spoke to her seemed unrehearsed but expertly tailored. Written by J. Curtis Performed by Rebecca Heyman

Sweet Dreams

She couldn't remember much more than the feeling of freedom. Not so much freedom, but independence. Written by J. Curtis Music by noimsparticus, Peter Kirn

Jessica's Baby

Tomorrow would be as different as any tomorrow might ever be. Written by J. Curtis Performed by Rebecca Heyman

Placebo

The clock on his nightstand visible from his recliner glowed: 12:00. Midnight. Written by J. Curtis

The Bruise

Short fiction for short attention spans. Like that proverbial box of chocolates...you never know which one is gonna suck until you try it.

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My Head Sounds Like That

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