Contributor: The Anonymous College Guy - - Over there I see an angry fat man The world hates you fat man But that doesn't mean you should hate it back I don't feel sympathy for you Who I do feel for is that girl with him That perfectly disgusting girl The world hates you too And no one will ever love you She burrows through his rolls Trying to find something She does, and tries to suck the love from it That love she has been denied her whole life Instead, she gets a mouth full of semen and a "Damn, You're good at blow jobs." - -...

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Contributor: Sam Gem - - I made love to a woman who I thought beautiful even if she didn't. After two teasy months, because I move slow and am cursed as a sensitive man, we started having sex that wasn't just sex even though she tried to keep it that way, the best sex we ever had and gave, and I went down on her and worked my jaw like a Chinese curler practicing for the Olympics until it felt like it wasn't there and gave her her first orgasm, which was quite an accomplishment, because it took two weeks of attentive sex every night after we had been flirting for a whole summer just to get her to be that comfortable with me. What I didn't know then was that this girl fucked a lot of men and had left a litter of broken hearts behind her and had separated sex and love with a butchers efficiency, and I was a fool because I fell in love...

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Contributor: Antoine Bargel - - “I like my character,” said the blind man to a can of beans, “after seventy-two years I still don’t own a pair of pants.” “I’m over here,” I said with just a bit of scorn in my tone. I wasn’t going to take any of the usual bullshit. That old refrain about being a free spirit, when one owes to society more than their miserable existence is ever capable of producing, brings a taste of ashes to my mouth. “Why don’t you save us the trouble and take your own life? I have needles or pills, as you’d prefer, in my briefcase.” The blind man still hadn’t measured the severity of his situation. Rather than heed the absolute intent of my speech, he elected to attempt a comical exit: “Robert, don’t speak like this to your old man. You know it makes me feel queasy. Make me a banana milkshake.” Such ridiculous tricks...

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Contributor: Jeff Harrison - - I got a red velvet cupcake the other day. I passed a bakery on my way to my girlfriend’s house and saw that they had them; my favorite. I opened the door to the bakery and was hit with an odd aroma of manure and WD-40. “I’d like a red velvet cupcake please,” I said to the proprietor, who was naked except for his apron. “We only have one left,” he said, putting it in a bag for me. “How much?” “It’s on the house.” As I walked to my girlfriend’s, I heard a sound coming from the bag. Opening it, I saw that the cupcake was talking. “If you think you’re going to eat me you’ve got another thing coming, you little shit.” I found this most peculiar and took time to form just the right retort. “What the fuck!?” The cupcake sneered at me with what I realized were fangs. “If you try and eat me I’m gonna gnaw your...

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Contributor: George Sparling - - The intruder, my brother, stood there, mouth down-curved. He frowned as he scratched his crotch. I walked closer, sickened yet drawn to his peculiar stench. I bent close and smelled vomit, urine, whisky, and dirt. And the stench of blood? He never moved as I sniffed him. His mouth open, his mien neutral, he said, “You were always a freak.” Fear snaked through my entire body for the first time in my life, a cartoon of affliction, filthy squiggles above my electrified hair. I always thought I had spoken truth, too frightened of lies, how they eat away at your memories until you’re no longer human. She had slung those big legs around my thighs too many times to count while Dad jetted around the world on business trips. One night he found her on top of me as I squealed like a pig. The annulment soon followed. “Her...

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Contributor: Robert E. Petras - - You would think a man with a hollow leg could hold his liquor. But not Stumpy. The more he drank, the worse he staggered. Of course, you would expect such a result from a guy with one real leg. He didn’t have a prosthetic or anything like that, just a hollow leg that looked hairy and normal, even muscular with veins popping out like a bicyclist’s leg. I guess when he was sober you couldn’t tell Stumpy had a hollow leg by watching him walk. A trained eye for such things might be able to detect the slightest limp to Stumpy’s stride as though one leg were a quarter-inch shorter than the other. After he drank three beers or so, he staggered a bit, and the more he drunk the worse he staggered, but he never lost his balance as though that hollow leg of his—the left one--was filled with helium or something. I...

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Author: Robert E. Petras

Contributor: Dionysus Birnbaum - - My favorite animal is the Human, he told me that Night, as his shape left Me and he unpeeled the Latex from himself. His veins, Thick cords winding from the Cable of his arms. The Pads of his fingers bulged Like dripping water When he Traced the stretch marks on My thighs, the scars left By growing. When he traced The stretch marks on my Thighs. I don't shudder anymore. - -...

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Contributor: Samantha Memi - - The full moon silvers the rain swept street. A dog howls in the distance as the moon hides behind a cloud. A bottle, blown by the wind, rattles along the road. From a corner appears a man, raincoat collar turned up against the inclement weather. He walks till he comes to the grandest house in the street. He taps lightly on a window and waits. The window opens. "Alfredo," comes a wispy voice from inside, and a wispy face appears, pallid in the moonlight, anaemic with blood red lips and coal black eyes, "you came." "I said I would. A boat leaves for Panama at five." "I cannot go with you Alfredo." "What do you mean?" "If I run away with you my father will disown me. You have no money. We will have to live in flea ridden rooms." "Alfonsina, this cannot be true. Everything is arranged. I will work hard....

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