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Contributor: Kymera Dix - - I’m eating, again. I’m always eating. It hurts not to. Not like the hurt when I hit my baby toe, or somethin. Oh, I admit that that =really= hurts...a lot. This is more like a bad tooth ache or strep throat. All over. It don’t gradually go away on its own. It stays and stays and keeps getting worser and worser. Until I gotta take =sometin= to ease da hurtin. My sumtin is food. Soze I eat an eat an eat. Stopped by da Chineze place onna way home tday. Gotta shrimp eggroll. Came home, picked out all doze teeny, tiny shrim. Flustem. Watched dey lil naked krussashun korpses swirl way into toilet blivian. Awmoze fell comin owta da batroom. geddin seepy nah all dem pills bedda take some mo justa be sho chasem wi beah awmoz geddin too seepy t eat dasa laff bess eda ro nah chazit gutza churnin...

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Author: Kymera Dix

Contributor: Chris Vola - - 1. One evening Uncle shat into your sister and reached for a towel. “Snap Crackle and Pop,” he said, and you shoved his snakeskin then, for you and your sister, into the corner table next to him until its head split and he made you lick the ketchup off and your dad charged in and you were bellowing through the house with your tee shirts pulled up, fleeing to your room and hidden under your blanket, exposed. You thought they would smack your bellies then. Instead, things were quiet for hours. You fell asleep being aliens. Afternoons spent you up. Your asleep sister was fine, then screaming at the wall, “We’re not afraid of you,” regenerated, grown into two new heads, mothlike as she jumped, punctuating the word kitchen and wanting to know if you wanted some and laughing like crazy. At some point your...

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