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Yellow Hand \o/ – plasticbagger

the Yellow Hand is beaming. giving another crowded night at planet fitness a thumbs up. so many people with memberships. they come to lift heavy objects. shifting between pews of workout equipment, hoping not to set off the Lunk Alarm. others walk, run, jog in place. or dig their knees into purple yoga mats. their strained sweat covered faces don’t suggest enjoyment. though maybe some are having a good time.

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Hinata – Damien Ark

        Customer XX waits patiently on me and kills time by analyzing which anime characters he recognizes as miniature keychains on the top part of the glass counter that separates him from me. His tongue slides from the left side of his lips to the right side as my boxcutter slits open a package from Japan. It’s sick, seeing him like this, but I please him anyway because he’s willing to spend big bucks,

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Tera [from PROWL] – Sean Kilpatrick

        Puberty caught up and knuckled me under, file sharing necrophile fan club pics and preteen snuff footage circulated by clandestine bourgeois cults online, security cam footage of girls crushed under locomotives. One sailed out of her socks and skin and I was mentally on the tracks, mating with her shivering halves in a three-way before the next impending train. Around then, I chose to take a furlough from my dick.

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Ouija – Joshua Rodriguez

     I want to be proud. I want it so badly sometimes I think there’s nothing else on this God forsaken planet I truly need. Every other desire pales in comparison. They’re all diminutive and lackluster. Proud of what? It’s hard to explain. It’s complicated and tangled. I wanna be proud of my country. I wanna be proud of my family. The name emblazoned in me like cattle a brand seared it into my flesh.

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