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broken toy
it was dark and
hot
and every breath entered
with salty sweat
inside the nose
the mouth was
gagged and the whole head
covered by a
black trash bag
with two very small holes,
unaligned with her
nostrils
Her skin was itchy all
over
but there was no scratching
with hands and feet
bound to the chair
She didn’t realize that she
was in hyperventilation
and it was making things
worse
After the four hours
it took him to come back to
the basement
he found the greatest
disappointment of his life
He found her dead
There’s no feeling like
paying good money
for a toy
only to bring it home
and find that it’s broken
before you get to
play with it
He broke down and cried
for a whole hour
as he sat on her dead lap
and caressed her hair
and kissed her gagged
mouth and sucked the
snot from her nose
She was beautiful
too
Weeks later he was unable to
forget her
He carried her eyeball inside
his mouth wherever he
went
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the absolute worst part about being locked up in the psych ward was having no access to guns No greater torture for him He spent his creative hours in the workshop drawing chicks with guns and jerking off to them “You're pretty good at this,” said one of the nurses He snorted. “I'm hella good at everything that involves shooting, babe.” “Oh sir, I didn't mean... I meant drawing. You're pretty good at drawing.” “Yeah, fuck drawing. I wanna shoot shit. Say, could I at least get some gunpowder. I just wanna snort it. Nothing more, I swear.” She gave the usual answer. “I'll check with the doctor and see what can be done.” and was gone He wasn't mad enough to believe her He was just mad enough to use the tools in the workshop to shape a wooden gun handle from a small log and staple it to the base of his penis, to make the whole thing resemble a pistol He held the wooden handle and moved it up and down while staring at his drawings until he shot his load at them
high commandment
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from the violet cloud above God stretched a hand and passed down to him the dagger with a blade made of frozen shit “Take this,” said God, “and pose yourself at the gates of the school. Offer to clean the students under the fingernails and toenails with it. Now go.” He woke up when the mongrel dog whose tail he grabbed and squeezed and pulled started to cry and bark and turn to bite at his hand He screamed and backed away from the poor thing and watched it run away He looked at himself Naked and smeared with soot and mud and whatnot He looked around him The landfill just outside town He fell to his knees Damn, those were some good mushrooms He stood and walked back towards the town
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What you get from fucking with a writer by Bogdan Dragos
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She was one pretty woman,
alright,
but her hands and fingers
and palms were horribly
messed up
“It’s from drinking,” they said,
and she
didn’t deny
It was from drinking
She would drink
distilled drinks only
and preach about the evils
of brewed drinks
while doing it
Then,
somewhere along the way
she would
remember
how her ex lover got rich
from writing and publishing a
book
about their relationship
It was one hell of a funny
story
and she got no
slice of the royalties from it
Not that she wanted any
What she wanted
was to
have that story erased from
the world forever,
and it was incredibly difficult since
everyone was talking about
it these days
So she would
lock herself in the house
and drink
and when she was done
she’d
hurl the bottles against
the walls
and then start collecting
the…
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