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I remember walking alone, at night, in the Freundschaft Resorts. Clean, green and safe streets, next to the Saarbrücken Zoo. Or at least its digital version. I set the environment settings to ‘Midnight’ – bluish,… Read More »Second Life by Stéphane F.
Dressed up and ready for the day after we had the girls and then I had a different time with my girls so I can go out for the girls night after school so we… Read More »Dressed by Jai Knight
She awoke to a loud crash and a hollow hissing sound. As she rubbed her eyes, she could see a blue light flickering down the hallway. It reminded her of her grandparent’s phosphorescent tv screen… Read More »Kaitlyn Killed Ben by Fabian Lloyd
Posted work assignments said I was assigned to the 55. beast engine number fifty fucking five. bread and butter of the company. belt churning out 3 rows oflayered, sharp cardboard. Bumps mark the stack, slide… Read More »Area 55 by Fabian Lloyd
tethered & tested entity temperature locations reincarnated backstory instructions sealed photographic voicestranquil symposiums convening killers heartthrob specters transmitted assassins dallas television jersey consciousness leningrad expressions rumpled fiddles paper figure exceptionsHIS SPIRIT DIVIDES THE ROOMlongform movements standing… Read More »Weather Report by B. Taven
the clothespin theory of edge play consists of 41 wax ropes & 36 general precautions because participation with injuries is a pleasurable time & if hurt is awareness then the safe word is pain, extreme pain.… Read More »suspension by Aaron Davis
the more real things got, the less real everything seemed. i knew i was in a serious situation, but i could no longer understand the ramifications of what i was doing. not a good situation… Read More »a night in the town by Fabian Lloyd
It’s a game, say something; the light is given falsified meanings again, thus ambition for evolution has ended; institutions disintegrate, delirium is activated, they become as automatisms and drones, broken and undermined, unable to think… Read More »Happy Hour at the Frolic Room by Fabian Lloyd