In Search of Groypers
Kyle Kouri
Thus commences the portion of the evening in which you retrieve the Svedka again to sober up
I looked him up on Instagram. The only thing publicly linked to him was a photo of his smiling face in the cockpit of a 737, posted by the National Gay Pilots Association from 2020.
I left Texas to have him. Not for him, but for me: so that I would survive.
I sat down. Cassandra ordered a glass of wine. “I hope this wasn’t sudden,” she said.
i wonder how hard it is for her to
reconcile being a Christian and a witch
judge and judged. how easy
Thus commences the portion of the evening in which you retrieve the Svedka again to sober up
cause that is all we knew
we drank liquor, smoked crack,
escorted prostitutes around in our car,
hoping for a bisquit, or a small dead bird,
a song sweetly sung; that no one ever heard.
I listen to Queen. “Another One Bites the Dust.” The soundtrack of my life.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."
-Walker Caplan, Literary Hub