Good dog
I guide his hands towards my breasts, my ass, allow his dick to only knock gently on the entrance of my cunt. Easy, easy, I whisper.
Rituals & Mythologies
Poetry and fiction from the liminal spaces.
Your golden hair, Fatemeh! Your greying hair, Masoud!
The regime publishes the ID numbers of the dead. Mohsen Namjoo sets names to chords. Let’s see which archive survives longer.
FART SCHOOL
The Rietveld Academy killed this book for being too free. Years later, we resurrected it to prove that institutionalized art deserves a proper funeral. † † †
The Map is not the Territory
DROELOE's work turns symbols and rituals into a weapon against your beliefs. He invites you in and then quietly removes the dancefloor.
LSD beneath the tongue’s alarm
They dream about her quiet touch. For men, one faith is always enough.
You Kissed Tina & I Cringed
I kissed her back with the hesitation of a broken record, skipping on the same sweet lie. Just one more hit!
Introspective Retrospection
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Cause of Death: Economic Growth
My body starts to burn and tingle. My lungs filled with acid and asbestos...
The Unsafe House Expelled from Basel
American nudist exposed her cunt to the perplexed Swiss security guards.
GRAVITY or POINTS OF ATTRACTION
I was cast as Galileo Galilei at age 12. I wanted to be feminine, not an old man with a pillow strapped around me for a belly. But if this was my time to shine, I would shine well...