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..:: CONTENTS
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Volume XI, Issue I
..:: POETRY ::..
..:: PROSE ::..
..:: ETC
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Contributor's Notes
..:: ARCHIVES ::..
Volume I, Issue I
Volume I, Issue II
Volume II, Issue I
Volume II, Issue II
Volume III, Issue I
Volume III, Issue II
Volume IV, Issue I
Volume IV, Issue II
Volume V, Issue I
Volume V, Issue II
Volume VI, Issue I
Volume VI, Issue II
Volume VII, Issue I
Volume VII, Issue II
Volume VIII, Issue I
Volume VIII, Issue II
Volume IX, Issue I
Volume IX, Issue II
Volume X, Issue I
Volume X, Issue II
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Untitled
John Lowther
Foreplay is kissing, teasing, caressing, and putting parts of other people's bodies in your mouth
that bodily waste tends to fall out of.
When a family agrees to host an occult-obsessed Nazi scholar, they're transformed into undead
slaves and must kidnap victims to feed his bloodlust.
Mere goodness can achieve little against the power of nature.
Luck and intuition play the cards with spades to start.
Friction results in more transfer than an accidental encounter.
The mute stoner sprays the demon with air freshener.
At first I thought he was walking a dog.
You're a sick puppy and I love you.
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Advance //
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