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January 5, 2015 | Poetry

Five Hundred and Ninety Miles of Hair

Frank Montesonti

 

A little nervous after my 70,000th cup of coffee this lifetime
I was wary of forty-three year olds
(statistically, murderers are on average 7.5 years older than their victims)

though

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Dosed Up photo

January 3, 2015 |

Dosed Up

Victor Freeze

It was probably 3:3o in the morning and I was wide-awake because of the acid. I was anxious to do something but nothing in particular. I was jittery, lively.

I Remember When I Met U, Baby photo

January 2, 2015 | Poetry

I Remember When I Met U, Baby

Adrian Matejka

That’s / when the purple doors open into steamy / bathtub of surprise. That’s when there’s / an impossibly-deep Prince breath & then—

Crippling Anxiety And Self-Centered Fear: An Unedited Journal Entry Style Thing photo

January 1, 2015 |

Crippling Anxiety And Self-Centered Fear: An Unedited Journal Entry Style Thing

Jordan Castro

There is nothing romantic about being young and dark and confused. Pain is real. It's funny on Twitter but it sucks irl.