Fiction & Poetry

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On the way home from her morning shift at Value King, Kyoko bought me a copy of the Topine Transcontinental Tribune, our local tabloid newspaper.

My penis rears its ugly head when I least expect it. I’m not always thinking about my girlfriend when I feel my pants tighten.

He denies the Holy Trinity. He eats just to stretch his skin. His fingers gleam with yellow gunk.

idk what depression looks like
for everyone
sorry

I’ve kept drinking
and stopped cutting
my fingernails

i imagine i’m autogaragekitting when i pop my good girl pills.
nestling pirated genders into my mucous membrane raptures me.

Oh, Internet
Magnificent subtracter of time

Sunday seemed to be one those midsummer mornings. A cerulean sky and a collective lament, “I drank too much last night.”

Oh, great, I’ve got a FUCKING summer cold.

Casey’s girlfriend, Melissa, dumped him a few weeks ago.