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Absurdist
Nietzsche's Itch and the Diva's Fever
Modern hygiene doesn’t stand a chance in a place like this. I mean, that monkey up in the tree is literally scratching its ass right now. The other day, I saw one that had arranged a pile of grass and
KFC Mashed Potatoes
I finish my drumstick. It’s good. Real good. Then I stand up, brush crumbs off my shirt, walk outside.
Too Much Cheese
The bar in Papeete was the kind that time forgot. Dim amber light leaking from fixtures shaped like hibiscus blossoms, ceiling fans churning the same warm, boozy air since the nuclear atolls moment. Then Burt arrived.
Potato Bisque
So that is Victoria’s secret. She’s starving.
Legend
Lane Connor stares at the screen, an immaculate reflection of his own glory staring back at him, neatly packaged in HD for millions to see. He’s fifty-one, though the chiseled features of his youth re
Five Cards Down
Not 24 hours after swearing I wouldn't do it, out pops a horror story. WTF is wrong with me?