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By Aedus Rythe Earth blot. Dissenter shot. No plot, Recovery Makes us An entity. Buy guns. Video games. A pizza, Little Debby cake. Churches tithe, Hungry die. Waving flag. “Kill all fags.” Watch TV And realize It all meant nothing To burning skies. This is Agitprop. This is Predicted thought. This is A wounded name….

Masticadores breaks a new record!

We have broken a new record of readers, and of them 25% of readers in English. And we continue to fight to expand, in addition to the Spanish language, the content in Romanian, Italian, and Portuguese. I thank the writers who bring it to life, and its editors / es Gabriela Marie Milton MUsa, Terveen…

134 by Bogdan Dragos

“The angriest I ever got,” she said, “Was with an ex-boyfriend, of course. I just wanted him to die. But like, not casual wanting him to die. Really, really wishing with all my might that he’d drop dead. I felt I couldn’t go on living as long as I knew he was alive. I had…

Cyst by Bogdan Dragos

you ever just sit or lay on your bed and stare at the ceiling and wonder if you’ve ever eaten meat from an animal that was the offspring of another animal you’ve eaten? I’ve once read an article about the food industry’s secret glue that can paste together the meat belonging from many animals and…

ON HOW MARY HAS MORE ‘FOLLOWERS’ ON FACEBOOK THAN JC

By Mike Steeden Judea AD28.  JC has been out and about all morning and has now returned home for a spot of lunch only to find Mary sat down in her favourite chair playing with her iPad thing exactly as he left her earlier.  The look upon his face reveals that JC is not happy…

lab rat by Bodgan Dragos

so, you’re writing poetry or, well, at least you pretend to and you pretend you’re good at it and the people want more from you nice but how come none of what you write is uplifting stuff? if anything, you’ve got more depressing shit than uplifting stuff and you expect to get popular with that?…

COME SLOWLY by Manuel Calderón

Come slowly We will bend in the air for to be together, united anywhere in the universe Gather the fragments of your wishes to melt them in the emotion of my skin We will scale the walls of passion living this moment to the fullest Let yourself go. Let’s walk the moon through the mysterious…

India’s nostalgic passion for old typewriters

By Kamala Thiagarajan28th September 2021 by BBC.com For some Indian enthusiasts, vintage typewriters aren’t outdated pieces of machinery – they’re practical and cherished possessions.I In a small room, painted a light shade of pastel pink, nearly a dozen men and women are hard at work, hunched over desks that line the walls, their fingers flying…

Changes in Masticadores…

We have republished the post again because it had some grammar error. But the system does not allow to delete the previous one. We apologize. Regards j re crivello “If you want your children to be smart, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be smarter, read them more fairy tales. » Albert…

Sightless Eyes Cry Too

By Terveen Gill He was near her, barely an arm’s length away. If she could have, she would have slapped him. But recently blinded, her remaining senses weren’t yet sharp enough, and she would have surely missed her mark. His breathing annoyed her, heavy and then light, the smell of peppermint invaded her private space….

What would you dare to dream if you knew you were already worthy?

SedenB Watanabe I believe as we grow older, our trails only grow more arduous and demanding. Being an adult surely comes with a huge baggage but despite the overload, the best part about being a grown-up is developing a sense of autonomy. As an adult, you have the freedom to walk away from the things…

A Peculiar Memory

By Chantal Brown blog There is an odd moment I recall every now and then. A memory that revisits in the hour when the moon untangles her chiffon veil, shadows pooling at her feet. Tonight, it finds me in my failed search for sheep to indulge a silly bedtime routine. I met a girl whose…

Desert Blooms by Michele Lee

Blog https://myinspiredlife.org/ An office with a window view has been transformed into a garden, thanks to you. Spring has ushered in a month of sharing what Divinity has so graciously given. Colors and fragrance burst from my screen, flooding my senses and drawing me in. I pause, I gaze, I smile, I breathe. I pluck…

A GONDOLIER; A STARLIT NIGHT

by Mike Steeden Conjure me a social leperConjure me an ice cold beerConjure me a starlit nightAnd perhaps a romantic gondolier Venice, it was VeniceWhere my sanity was lostFell in love with an actressWith a heart as cold as frost Blanche the name she went bySo sweet when I had moneySo cruel when she had…

Toxic People Make Us Look Crazy

By Tamara Yancosky Blog Long introductions leading to the actual subject at hand frustrate me. Thus, without further la de da, here is a list of some reasons on how toxic people be makin’ us look crazy: 1). We go back and forth from No Contact with toxic people to wanting to give these puppeteers…