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Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, Part 3
It was my generation, after all, that had brought this about. It was we who were the food and sex addicts. My parents’ generation didn’t snack. They…
Blue
I met Blue when I was sitting on a bench in front of some disreputable high-rise flats. It was about midnight. The fact that I wasn’t wearing…
“Choosing Sides,” “Everyday Superwoman,” and “Big Eyes”
Choosing Sides The other guy is down and I feel nothing carnal blood---metallic film on my tongue, fireballs building in my gut, rising as I watch…
NEET, Part 7
L. Ben found his cigarettes and left to smoke. He heard the scraping sound of the monster’s paws as it followed him out of the house. He went to slam…
The Purple Platform
Maribel piled the kids into the car. Two were her own, one belonged to a friend. She’d offered to drive them all on their outing, to let the other…
The Smoking Nun
“There is Christ, or there is death.” This was an odd thing for Andrew to say, given the man’s generally jovial character, and was sufficiently…
Falling
In the middle of the night, you hope for the bright of the day, but sometimes---or most of the time when you wish for it---it never comes. And that…
Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: “It Never Hurts to Ask” and “Plagiary”
It Never Hurts to Ask Perhaps no common saying is less true than that one. “It never hurts to ask.” Give me a break! Go ask some chicks to fuck you.…
“Nurse Log” and “Some Observations and Reflections on Shelly in Her Tight Green Pants”
Nurse Log And this day begins. An old nurse log, half into earth, still highly attuned. A billion billion years to go; this high-minded cycle never…
