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Essay by Tricky Menthal | Two former tobacco smugglers melt into the German underground scene. Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five, but it’s a pop-up art exhibition dedicated to Weimar Republic cinema. Mental.
read moreEssay by Tricky Menthal | Two former tobacco smugglers melt into the German underground scene. Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five, but it’s a pop-up art exhibition dedicated to Weimar Republic cinema. Mental.
read moreEssay by Mr. Mannison | OK, so you’re over 30 and your follicles are losing the will to live. Tough scene. Here are your options, from surgery to stoicism and everything in between. In The Battle for Hair Victory… you’re not losing, you’re proving a point.
read moreEssay by Stilicho Americanus | Human hunting, serial killings, ritualistic murders, and wartime atrocities. Stilicho Americanus returns and maps out the trajectory from fiction to reality in various historical and contemporary contexts.
read moreFiction by Edward McLaren | At once unflinching coming-of-age story and searing indictment of multicultural Britain, Bothelford’s Gone will stand as literary testament to one of the most egregious instances of mass rape in modern memory outside of wartime.
read moreFiction by Simon Rowat | Benzo. Gun. Zip restraints, at the ready. There’s no innocent explanation for any of this. It’s a break and entry. Pure and simple.
read moreInterview by Calvin Huckabee | “Camille Paglia was right in that, if there were no men, women would be living among the trees. We build nothing. We improve and organize what men have built for us.”
read moreFiction by Didier Smith | He looked down and saw the handle of his steak knife, protruding from his gut. He looked up. Hayley was standing over him, eyes wide in shock. Fuck, that was a lot of blood.
read moreFiction by Jeremiah Suit | After I wiped the puke from my chin, I turned toward Mr. Elephant Dick. Racked another round and blasted him dead of center. Fucker didn’t move.
read moreFiction by Kirbster | George Holiday, the driver of the Catalina, was dangerous-looking despite wearing glasses. His Coke-bottle lenses gave him monstrous green eyes. He wore his black hair past the ears, and it always looked greasy. George carried the aroma of day-old Aqua Velva
read moreFiction by Arbogast | “Are you telling me that our victim was killed by a vampire?” “Maybe,” Tod said with some hesitation.
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