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The Ballad of Patsy Swine

The Ballad of Patsy Swine

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I decided I loved her because the first time we fucked I was flung suddenly and viscerally into a childhood memory of the county fair pig races.more

Yes, Martha

Yes, Martha

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Our dogs, George and Martha—both of them boys—were named such because our parents were literature—not history—buffs, and were narcissists and sadists and had kids (2!) so that we—my brother and I, that is—had no idea why/how we were the brutal transferences of their lives.more

Second Act

Second Act

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If I knew when I started exploring the furry scene that I’d be here two hours later, I would’ve at least bought white mittens beforehand.more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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In the cave, I tell you that I imagined death was a man. A man who drives a black jacked-up pickup. A man who compensates. A man unable to love, to connect, to express himself originally. A man capable of violence vengeance rhetoric. A man who smashes my skull like a squirrel on the blacktop, roadkill, man kills.more

Freebird Lands

Freebird Lands

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Later this afternoon, his daughter would catch her flight to Atlanta after dumping him in this latest waystation of life. Her eyebrows pinched forward like her mama’s did when he stumbled home late or lost another job due to his affection for long legs and curves he couldn’t resist.more

That Documentary About Lions, Again

That Documentary About Lions, Again

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Side-eyeing him while he’s engrossed in the show, I can see that iron will in miniature, the light in his eyes of pursued desire. But he’s still only young. His ambitions at the moment are with lions.more

Three Stories

Three Stories

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Jared is going to shoot a pig from a helicopter, probably more than one, and I’m going to hear about it forever.more

Friends

Friends

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Acquired the boxer’s dose somewhere in the late huns and to this day still. Out for a drink after one bloodied the other and in come the bar dame with a sawed-off smile. You, on the other side, shouted Rodney’s punched up liver.more

Viewer Discretion Advised

Viewer Discretion Advised

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Lukas wasn’t talking to Jesus. He was thinking about words a straight boy would use to describe Amy’s boobs that he could later use with Mark. Melons? Knockers? A sack and a half of tits?more

Three Stories

Three Stories

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i am an aircraft-grade titanium eagle screeching the pledge of allegiance as i hurtle towards target at a mile per second (fuck the metric system)more