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Letters to Mike Tyson
Dear Mr. Tyson,
THE TWINK WHO SMOKED SO MUCH METH THAT HE DIED / SUICIDE BOMBING THE MINECRAFT CONVENTION
Everybody liked his smile
Everybody liked his jokes
Me, Gary, Mr. B., Iron Mike, and All the Souls in the Universe
Don’t ‘Woah, Gary’ me, Tevas! (Gary again: knocking) If you don’t open up, I’m gonna piss under your door!
Dedicated to Neil LaBute
“Most people aren’t actors. That’s the real problem,” said Limbz.
Limits
The pastor was taken aback when he was asked to perform the ceremony in a bear suit.
Dressing My Words Like a Modern Poet
One after another, the rejections arrive.
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.