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Katsucon 2055
2055 was a bastard of a year, as most years were, but 2055 held a vendetta for ever happening.
Homewreckers
As I unload my bo staff and put on my goggles, I remind myself that, like the ancients, we’re here to preserve and uphold domestic harmony, albeit in a different way.
One Day We’ll Synthesize A Real Woman In A Lab
discovering the intended use of razor blades
Zin
The earthquake happened after we left.
Howdy Stranger, this is Howser
SwimmersEar69: one of us is in deep trouble
Hanging Upside Down
It was mid September when I saw Superman.
Open Mic
Jack Blakehood was old and ready to be done with all this horse shit.
How Having a Grotesquely Scarred Face Might Have Its Perks
Riding a bike along the Mühlendamm Bridge in Berlin looking for a quick lunch, a kielbasa or a bratwurst from a street vendor, I soon found a retaining wall upon which to quickly consume the meaty thing.
A Chuck E Cheese Night
The Chuck E Cheese stood next to a strip club, a gun shop, and a liquor store. God bless America.
Five Minute Man
The cape became heavy
Not the weight but
The hanging expectations