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March 5, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays


Sára Bányai



One morning I woke up with my right scapula in my mouth. You would think that is physically impossible, but in the case of demonic possessions it is actually more normal than not.

March 5, 2023 | Fiction


Peppy Ooze

A snag with Monday is I have to neck all three of my Subtext in one go. Each under the tongue. The man who administers, Sven, can’t be arsed to say why but he’s a pure archcretin.

March 3, 2023 | Book Review

Lovely Pamela: A Review of Love, Pamela: A Memoir of Prose, Poetry and Truth

Barrie Miskin

There’s an impulse to reduce the Tommy and Pam love story to easy pop-psychology terms: they had a trauma bond, he had a Madonna/Whore complex after she became a mother.

March 3, 2023 | Trip Reports

Pure and Consuming Terror


We drank the acid. I immediately felt fucked.

March 2, 2023 | Fiction

Two Stories

David Kuhnlein

I imagined finding him hanged beneath the creak of a taut rope as often as I didnt.

March 2, 2023 |


Miles Marie

If, for instance, Jezebel had to use the men’s room for some reason, I would rather pee on myself.

March 1, 2023 | Fiction


Greg Gerke

That’s why we are “in relationship,” to deliberately alienate each other’s unhappiness—to build an incredible shrine to unhappiness that would be seen for miles in a flatland, if such a shrine could be visible.

March 1, 2023 | Poetry

Two Poems

Sama Ghaffari

But there's no blood
It's all gone, I'm dry