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Between the living room and the kitchen is a computer that molests you.

The above video is an archive of the latest edition of the Misery Loves Company social reading series.

Knew I was pregnant the morning after the Frenchman fucked me.

Is this what you want? Is this what you’re into?

my life ended the day i saw that pink, maybe purple-haired, “girl”.

A bona-fide presidential candidate visited our pueblo
many years ago

I am writing to express my genuine excitement at the prospect of not killing myself!

This is a special reading celebrating the launch of Kat Giordano’s latest poetry collection, Thumbsucker.

I recall the man in the tvättstuga called Benny, scouring his pants with a brillo attached to a prong.

“Hey.”