by Anonymous Let me tell you my dream, the boy said, holding up a finger. I was in my father’s car. I cut myself on the dial of the radio of my father’s car. The knob broke off; my hand broke off. I felt for it in the seats and under them. When I looked … [DO NOT CLICK]
The Miseducation of a Burger: Ivan Denisovich? 3вучит виноватым для меня!
by Anonymous The purpose of this essay is to share an experience in the failure of the American public education system. I do not propose any reasons explaining the failure or remedies for it. I do not know how it happened, but it happened to me and perhaps you have a similar experience. In high … [DO NOT CLICK]
Newlyweds
by Anonymous The winds of change roared through the streets of New York like a hurricane. The strong current attacked everything without prejudice. It turned over buildings. It turned over factories, cars, houses, banks, families, and lives. The dust left in its wake settled on ruins. Roland Myers exited his newly bought car and entered … [DO NOT CLICK]
The Aporiatic Terza rima of Sosein and Dasein, the emergence-recapitulation of universality cycle, multiplicity of the same repeated through difference as the key to the entirety
by Anonymous Line one Y rhyme 1 Line two H rhyme 2 Line three V rhyme 1 Line four H rhyme 2 Line five Y rhyme 3 Particulars emerge as a multiplicity of universals which then recapitulate their universality, this re-universalization process occurs through a rationalization Division identical to the process by which the Begriff … [DO NOT CLICK]
Burger Spunk
by Anonymous Menthol, god I love menthol. It’s better than pussy, it’s better than your parents loving you. I work this shit job flipping shit, serving shit, taking shit, primarily so the menthol cigarette break I take every 2 hours is even better. If I didn’t drop out of college, if I had a respectable … [DO NOT CLICK]
estel
dddddddd12322. Look faggot, I’m more than willing to publish your stupid ARG, but you have to understand that nobody will appreciate it. It’s likely that nobody will even see it. Nobody comes here. He may even be here right now.
Eddie Van Halen
by Anonymous You were the antiquarian of driving a Thunderbird out of a high school parking lot on a crisp Thursday afternoon while your girl hands you your first Miller Lite of the weekend. You were the turbine spinning as people cheer so hard on Daytona’s infield that rolled up Playboys fly out of the … [DO NOT CLICK]
The Photographer
by Anonymous The couple entered my apartment around four in the afternoon. A bit late for my services but this had been a special request. Engagement photos on the soon be groom’s tight work schedule. No other photographer would see them. It was easy money. I used the spare bedroom of my apartment as my … [DO NOT CLICK]
Stealing from Yourself
by Anonymous There might be no greater shame than looking out the window and seeing nothing but empty asphalt that hates you back. Maybe there is retribution in sealing yourself away in this far away world where nothing happens except the dim silver trucks rolling by with their logos of conglomerated companies or the echoes … [DO NOT CLICK]
What If the Real Demons Were the Friends We Made Along the Way?
by Anonymous What If the Real Demons Were the Friends We Made Along the Way? In the month since I finished reading Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s Demons and set it on my end table (next to my tasteful yet practical reclining reading chair), the novel’s content and presence has haunted my mind. The cream-coloured ‘Penguin Classics’ paperback … [DO NOT CLICK]