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Ben’s Beef
Ben got ‘tension last winter cause he was in that one snowball fight. This dildo Eric tattled on him to Ms. Gagnon.
Corpse by the Shore: A Memory
It is hardly bloated, its skin the pale blue-yellow of the bruised, abused cloudless sky reflected in the water; it is face-down, its gender imperceptible, yet my guess is male. No, female.
I could take a point off Serena Williams
So I was in the boozer with them lot right, and somehow the topic of conversation comes round to tennis or some shit, cos Wimbledon was coming up, but I don’t watch any of them Tory sports so I’m stuck flipping beer mats, just staring off into space like.
Your mother has a beautiful cunt / The Starving Artist
I want the world to scratch itself to death,
where everybody’s giving birth to something
they’d rather lock in the cellar than feed.
Misery Loves Company – October 22, 2021
The above video is an archive of the latest edition of the Misery Loves Company social reading series.
Torment
The morning sun reached the centre of the sky. Even in full brightness, Lakhinath Kaman looked like a ghost.
18/12 / massacre
comparable to
the Illiad, your constant
affection was the
root cause of my destruction
Thwarted by a Line of Diatomaceous Earth
1989, I snuck into the shuttered
Ruin of the Granada Theater.
The CIA: A Model for Post-Individual Literature
In the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency), the individual is anonymous.
sans serif.
my heart is an electric harpsichord