AC: As someone who parrots back quotes regularly, it was fun to think about how…
and we melt together at this yearly party this ancient yearling party year after year, from now until the…
Exclusive chat with author and poet Captain B.
An audaciously bad poem.
Virginia or Ginny or Ginger Roberta or Bobs Lynn and Hank could all still walk
sometimes my mind is small I experience shrinkage
You’ll sleep with your sweaty clothes stained with orange juice and experimental vodka.
She knows that something’s rotting, but she can’t find the body
the Angel of Death snaps a towel at the Eye of Creation
Some guy named LESTER?
Wow. Me for president. I’m crying.
Hahahaha FUCK. That was so fun. Now all’s I need is a VCR.