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the Heads have it Down, man

romance in a time of low wages and sacrificed dreams…




the whole tentacle rape scenario thing

you might disagree with my tactics, but I am at a loss to please you people…




BOOM!

A scream coming from about twenty different sorority sisters bakes my eardrums with a pleasant tingle. They immediately pulled out fake-jeweled cell phones with words like ‘princess’ and ‘hotty’ written on the back in big pink letters. Well, it looks like the authorities were being informed. So, let’s go for shock number two. Push down on left joystick. BOOM! First floor, oh, that one was close. I could feel that dust cloud!




Last Day

Phone is ringing once again. That thing has gone off five times already. Don’t get all upset just because the fucking phone wasn’t picked up and the poor bastard on the other end didn’t feel like listening to how shitty your life is. He’s positive your life does suck worse than any have sucked in the history of human occupation on Earth. Of course, and this merits multiple sessions of whining on the talky-talk.

Get a hammer and destroy this cursed idol.




________ _______ is a dick

**author’s note– this is a story submitted to a literary magazine. the title was about a certain bizarro author, that is why the name has been omitted. however, after reviewing the publication, i believe the only reason this wasn’t chosen was because it wasn’t a vocabulary assualt and was an actual disgusting story about why _____ _____ is a dick. obviously i know him better than those other fucks do. thank you for your time. ARW**




death trance for sex artist

DEATH TRANCE FOR SEX ARTIST (excerpt from DEATH ART)

By ARW (©2008)




manifesting the right dealer.

another tale geared towards the quest of finding the right person to get drugs from, but is the Man all he seems to be, or is he the messiah?




babysteps toward the apocalypse.

a medieval scenario built upon lies and deception between royal authorities and the instigators within their ranks. a bizarre melding of primitive myth and modern emotional fire as the fairy tale warps around and around again.




goddamn the social nemesis.

a stream of consciousness tale of drugs and the mind-bending situations that go along with their indifferent motions.




‘Consumed’

the beginning in the words of the cannibal consumed by his own conflicting wishes and tastes only to become the greatest culinary wizard the world will never know. here is his introduction to us.