Contributor: Korrie Calanthe - - I want to fuck you. I want to drag my tongue across your lips, your face, nibble your ear, breathe it, fog and tonguefuck your skin, tease you, bite lightly, pull, teeth scouring, clawing, fingers just enough to make you hot, hot, ready, eager. Grab me, take me, take me! you're mine, mine every inch of you every inch every inch. Give me every inch lose yourself in me lose yourself and become mine. mine. - -...

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Author: Korrie Calanthe

Contributor: William Clifford - - Who can sleep anymore? Not me. Not after Heather. Not after Marvin. My bed belongs to my cat. Sleep has become a foreign country. I can’t speak the language. I stumble along, never quite understanding, taking wrong turns. I squint. I stagger into a bodega on Avenue B to buy a beer and the cashier demands 64,000 dong. I reach into my pocket and produce a trembling handful of pesos. And my hands, they’re not good, they’re bad, they shake. My cigarettes are sparklers. My bad hands are probably the result my nightly bouts of Homeric drinking, but who knows? A neurologist might know, but I’m too nervous to see one. What is going on? I know what isn’t going on-- rock and roll and sex. There is, however, a fair amount of drugs: a little of this, a lot of that; a lot of this, a little of that. Contrary...

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Author: William Clifford

Contributor: Eric Boyd - - (an excerpt from the novel Multiplex) Augie was having an art show. Like any good painter, he whored himself out to everyone he knew, including me, to bring people for his opening. “Fredrick, after that first night,” he said, “I don’t care who comes. Anyone can come; I hope a lot of people do. As long I get enough people to buy back my rent on the gallery, I’m happy.” The gallery, Artplace 107, was about twenty feet square, with a backroom and toilet. Augie had paid four hundred dollars to have it rented out for a month. That was the minimum he could pay, he told me. The rent on the space was six hundred, with the gallery getting a flat fifteen percent of all of his sales. For five hundred the gallery received twenty percent until the balance was met and the regular fifteen after that. Augie paid them four...

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Author: Eric Boyd