(parody of “Singin’ in the Rain”) Doo-dloo-doo-doo-dooDoo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-dooDoo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-dooDoo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo… I’m zombieing for the brainsJust zombieing for the brains.What a horrible feelin’I’m hungry againI’m moaning at the sunso bright up aboveThere’s a hole in my chestand I’m starving for cortexLet the warm weather… Read More ›
From the top of the hill I saw, to my keen disappointment, that this was not a pleasant coastal town at all, but rather a monstrous octopus of some kind that passed itself off as an urban conglomeration. I already… Read More ›
By Linda White Ellen reads the group another long-winded piece. Beverley yawns behind a discrete hand at the story’s stream of unconsciousness and Carol thinks it’s no wonder that she couldn’t handle The Dubliners. “What do you think?” asks Ellen…. Read More ›
REVELATA DYSMORPHOLOGIA By Boris Glikman It started out inconspicuously, inauspiciously, a small pimple on the lower left of his back, something no one would ever give a second glance. It didn’t even itch, so demanded no instinctive scratching. But it… Read More ›
