Colin Dodds

NO PREDICTABLE MALFUNCTION by Colin Dodds The bar smelled like an ex-girlfriend’s breath. And I was like Belgium in the 20th century— just waiting for someone to violate my
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William Greenway

High Heaven by William Greenway for Rosalee He who loves give a hostage to fortune. —Nietzsche Another stinking diaper to thank God for, why we traveled all the way
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