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Demoted To Dwarf Planet
2237. four years after the revolution.
Shatterer of Worlds
In the year or so immediately after the events of September 11th, there was a spate of stories and essays reflecting on what it meant.
Rounds
Demetri flipped his feeble legs over the edge of his bed. A chill surged through him as his soles touched the floor.
Betwixt the Columns of this Colonnade
Taste the stomach lining. Taste the intestines. Push your yellow teeth chewing through them.
Loud Report
Enter a place where there are people living and draw your weapon.
Oh you pale little light you / I wasn’t meant to die here / Finishing the Kill
Blazing down neon lit asphalt streets
1.2.3.4.5. Red lights blasted through
Delusions of Jihad / DEAD TRANNY WALKING / Press S to Spit on Your Grave
BLOOD FOR THE SHATTERED FIGMENTS IN MY BRAIN
War Fragments
War is Cool
Dirty White Van / Circa
I’m walking to work, earbuds in, scrolling through a playlist on my phone, when a dirty white van slams to a stop beside me.
patrol 3: room
“Did we win?” I ask while the blinders keep my eyes focused on a computer-generated image of Cait Sith dirty dancing with Aerith, the standard treatment for “battle fatigue.”