Writer’s Choice

Ode to Tiresome Machismo

Pink sweaters sometimes bring strange weather here. Normativity is a macho badge, I am a growing symbol of myself.

Behind me like a waterfall, parting: for one moment, I glimpsed you beneath the lies and the masks and the violence.

The repetitiveness was mind-crushing. The cruise-lines he followed all day seemed like a prison.

In harmony, in love
Though all things end
Even if it’s lightning in a bottle

Explore the words and worlds of those voices deemed too unruly. The term ‘Crazy’ undermines radical thought.

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it’s all garbage anyways that will just end up twirling around inside the Texas sized trash ball.

The aliens are bacteria, viruses and fungi. They like to live in the most trendy spot in the right now: the bowels.

It glares down at me with a smug crustacean grin, and at once I have no question this is a lobster demon.