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Vegetable Humanity [excerpt] – Jacob Louis Beaney

They stepped out onto the hot sticky streets of the tropical afternoon. The scorching midday sun hung high over the church steeples in the distance. 

        The streets were empty aside from an old dog who roamed the rubbish strewn streets before disappearing down a dark alleyway. 

        “Right, lets make our way to the nearest brothel,” Tristan said clapping his hands together. 

        “But I want to go to the  tourist information centre first and find some information about our trip to the temple tomorrow,

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Texts from an Ex-Wife on June 1st Through 6th 2013 – Jake Blackwood

Jun 1, 2013, 11:15 PM

Your sexual performance is inadequate.

Jun 1, 2013, 11:16 PM

Your pubic region smells like rotting meat.

You have a fat head.

You’re ugly.

Jun 1, 2013, 11:17 PM

You smell bad.

I hope all of your poops are uncomfortable and result in mudbutt.

Jun 2, 2013,

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Tequan Is On Bicycle – Homeless

        Tequan is on bicycle…?

        Greg blinked at the computer screen like a mouth-breathing owl with a lobotomy. He read it again, to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.

        Tequan is on bicycle…

        Then again, in fragments. Slower.

        Tequan… Is on… Bicycle.

        Tequan is on bicycle… his brain finally wheezed in acquiescence.

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Scribble Daemon – Viv Cartagena

SAM holds out a freshly empty styrofoam cup. As Sam speaks, SUIT pours viscous darkness into the cup from a shadowed part of the interrogation room.

SAM: Keep it coming. I was twelve years old the first time I saw steaming intestines sagging from a machete wound. Directly below a jailbait thread.

Sam pulls on their sleeve. Cigarette burns are briefly visible but neither Sam’s mannerisms nor the camera focus on them.

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