Main Squeeze Literary JournalBy Evan ChapinCal met me under my bridge stern faced triangle faced and aired many complaints in ten words “it is a new calamity every day with this man” and triangle flared without any stern because we yearned to crawl out from under the cannibalizing bridge and be lovers of destiny thrusting it to the […]
By Evan ChapinCuts burrito down the middle.Puts it back together and tries to make it fit again.(That was a sex analogy.)Like what you’re wearing?Shirtless tummy?Yes.You mean you don’t trust him to the best of your abilities?
By Rhiannon Cielos ChavezRecently, I only want to watch King of the Hill and sleep. Something about how the president won’t even kiss babies that are dead. I practice punching fags at liberal institutions then expulsion, then King of the Hill and sleep forever. Hamburger made of terrier is so yummy, yummier than laxatives. If […]
By Michael ChinFall 1996, Ben wrestled a girl for the first time. The biggest tournament of his amateur wrestling career, and his opponent in the finals was Helen Dobb. Ninety-nine pounds, she wrestled up at 106—a weight Ben starved himself to get down to, the lowest weight class. She couldn’t have been five feet tall, […]
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