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Both Hands in the Piss-bucket
Howard N Kaplan · Poetry · September 2026
lose all ridiculous sense
inherent substance of my existence--
fuck the weary laggard cowards
inherent substance of my existence--
fuck the weary laggard cowards
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Bulă, or How We Invented Quantum
Jaia Papitz
A literary satire about laughter, bureaucracy, and the small cosmic errors that keep reality from sealing itself shut.
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Allison Whittenberg
CHRISTIAN: Male. Maybe short or tall, physically taut. Clean-shaven. His movements are…
SETTING: a humble, lived in walk up apartment.
(CHRISTIAN and ARTURO enter. CHRISTIAN takes off his jacket. ARTURO removes his shoes.)
SETTING: a humble, lived in walk up apartment.
(CHRISTIAN and ARTURO enter. CHRISTIAN takes off his jacket. ARTURO removes his shoes.)
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Humanity Erased
Zahra Oveisi
I walked out of the publishing house into what felt like a robotic version of life.
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I could not believe he had allowed himself to speak that way.
The vein on my forehead was still throbbing from what the publisher had said to me.
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Davor Tocinovski
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In essence, the artistic action is undertaken from another author, but I am exploiting…
our interest lies only in taking on the idea that one should not work and act, i.e.
In essence, the artistic action is undertaken from another author, but I am exploiting…
our interest lies only in taking on the idea that one should not work and act, i.e.
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Shadows of Authority
Maryam Emadi
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Jaia Papitz · 2011 · Poetry
A recovered text from the first iExile body — returned to circulation, not as nostalgia, but because it still burns.
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