Jimmy was dead, and I had slept with all of the eligible coworkers.

Finally, one small voice from the tiniest of the nieces near the couch squeaked, “Fuck Gregor.”

Finally, one small voice from the tiniest of the nieces near the couch squeaked, “Fuck Gregor.”

There's some man on the internet and I think he's stalking [redacted] and [redacted] and [redacted]

There's some man on the internet and I think he's stalking [redacted] and [redacted] and [redacted]

I couldn’t help but wonder if I was just feeling bad for myself. She was alive. We’re all so strange. It really breaks my heart sometimes. Marisol wanted a young man’s cock. I wanted to give her rose petals. Oh, how full of shit I was.

I couldn’t help but wonder if I was just feeling bad for myself. She was alive. We’re all so strange. It really breaks my heart sometimes. Marisol wanted a young man’s cock. I wanted to give her rose petals. Oh, how full of shit I was.

The following is an excerpt from Smith’s forthcoming acid western novel.

Clem is a worldly fella, but he’s not much for talking so I get fragments here and there. Got to the West from Russia the

The following is an excerpt from Smith’s forthcoming acid western novel.

Clem is a worldly fella, but he’s not much for talking so I get fragments here and there. Got to the West from Russia the

J’s task was to ensure each of 3 men that they had a connection with a girl.

J’s task was to ensure each of 3 men that they had a connection with a girl.

She wanted to go under beautifully, before decomposition

She wanted to go under beautifully, before decomposition

Forgive yourself, as there is no other option but to forgive yourself.

Forgive yourself, as there is no other option but to forgive yourself.

I’d love to keep her locked away in legends, but she walks and grows among us.

I’d love to keep her locked away in legends, but she walks and grows among us.

I dreamt of the mystery woman, still faceless, and I woke up haunted.

I dreamt of the mystery woman, still faceless, and I woke up haunted.

She bites at a knuckle hoping to draw her private, savage joy. What’s it taste like? You don’t want to know. You can’t imagine how hard it is to stop after.

She bites at a knuckle hoping to draw her private, savage joy. What’s it taste like? You don’t want to know. You can’t imagine how hard it is to stop after.

His unbuttoned shirt, his summer breakfast. The gesture of his mouth was the opening of unsaid words.

His unbuttoned shirt, his summer breakfast. The gesture of his mouth was the opening of unsaid words.

I was on my morning jog when I saw what I believed to be a young man asleep or dead in the sand.

I was on my morning jog when I saw what I believed to be a young man asleep or dead in the sand.