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The Story of a Dog’s Body
This story is told from the point of view of a family dog who wakes up one morning in the grips of a debilitating depression.
Abandoned: An Archive
As a way of closing out our November abandoned work theme and of commemorating the end of another largely wasted decade of my life, I’ve combed through more than ten years of Google Docs and dredged the fertilizer lagoon of my computer’s Documents folder to find as many of my aborted creative projects as possible.
Flipping the Mattress
I can’t remember my dreams, but they’re there.
A wooden lazer cut sign that says love
I posted an ad on Craigslist looking for a hundred people to come to my house and beat me to death.
rtd / mk ultra victim
i held the greasy forehead of a seizing junkie
A Hazy Shade of Postcolonial Melancholia
Is it still winter where you are? Do you have a dancing monkey to help you get through it?
My Dream Date With Mr. Suicide
My Dream Date With Mr. Suicide
I dream of a suicide by sniper. In the end, that would be my preferred method of ending it all. One well-placed shot from out of nowhere placed th
Jason
Jason
Jason in the next bed over has no arm, or you know, one arm left, no arm where one of them should be, is what I mean to say. I won’t go into what I have that confines me t
To Cover Up the Smell
To Cover Up the Smell
I lit my hair on fire.
“Ahh… fuck.” I said.
I flipped the Zippo away before it could light my whole head up like I was doing a Pepsi commercial.
It woul
Still Life, With Sharks Circling
Still Life, With Sharks Circling
Daddy’s head was like a jack-in-the-box out of which a
second head might pop. You could sense the tension in his
crank. Mommy put us to bed li