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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
Sentences represent possibilities.
Impromptu demonstrations of why Malibu Ken is not anatomically correct.
But then like any lost cause, they can't give him up.
When you come back you will not be you.
Reformation implies deformation.
Every society honors its live conformists and its dead troublemakers.
When I lose my temper you can't find it any place.
I gotta wash all this jizz off my face.
Unsex me here.
Not the clown, he saw what was behind the clown.
I found a kind of dignity in despising myself, he said.
You can cry outside for a little while if you want.
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