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Metamorphosis: Bugz II Men
The soft sheets brushed against Bugor Insecta’s skin. He felt an extreme heft in his body, like his innards had grown a dozen times denser. Bugor’s…
One of the Greats
Since I was a boy, I knew I would one day be a great painter. Curators and critics would laud my genius and my work centuries…
Dr. Diversity
I help make things that kill people. A lot of people. I don’t really think about it most days. I think about traffic on the 405,…
Sisyphus on Ice
Round and round, I go, a loop without end. Each pass I make, I press down the frost, scrape away the scars of sweaty human ambition,…
My Muse
Succulent, plump, wet flesh Aloft, not unlike an angel, suspended in a glass prison A slight squirt of sweet, sticky liquid escapes My instrument plunges into…
In Memoriam: Ivy League Student
After a long day of sailboat racing, dogfighting, and hunting poor people, Kurt Sartre of Brown University retired to his dorm’s humble canopy bed, unaware of…