hey
are you in the mood yet my dick is as hard as a chinese temple i am
brown and i am bursting i am ready to show you the thing i have
employed the cyst inside the brain of
C. ROBIN MADIGAN
i have licked the forehead eyes and sniffed the binaural loafers of
DANIEL SPINKS
i have known the lengths and widths of palpitating corrosive blastula
ensconched in the bright red grease of
HEATHER DAVIDSON
i have curled and cursed and lashed to smear the snot the knotted
spittle, swipe
JOHN SPIERS
across the mouth i have eaten rot bread from the sordid clapsing
knuckles of the former resident inside
G. DAVID SCHWARTZ
i have cried to fill an inner-tube and rode than inner tube down one
long hall leading to the bedroom inside the bedroom of
ADAM J. MAYNARD
our lungs would squirt and fart and mostly wriggle each time i knelt on
knees in the corroded den ripped in the torso of
PETER BERGHOEF
there is a problem in the active seeker there is something chewing in
my testicles it has a name its name is
JUSTIN RANDS
its name is swollen its name has carbuncles its name is etched into
pillows with the pubic hair of
KENDRA GRANT MALONE
i became a lesion on the inner thigh of the woman in the window across
the street from
ZACHARY GERMAN
who has spent hours watching him masturbate in front of youtube
recording himself for youtube commented endlessly and in foreign
languages by
JOSH WALLAERT
i would like it if you were larger i would like it if you had been
somewhere else at the time of the birth of the birth of the birth of
J.A. TYLER
everything is liquid i have a special boy i have a special man inside
my fist i am packaging my fist in duct tape and applying postage i will
mail it across the sea i will mail it in one small container and appear
embedded in
HEDY ZIMRA's
lungs this is a problem this is a problem this is certainly not right $$$$