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Chapter 18: The Walking Wounded

One year ago today, I was stationed in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. I received my fourth anthrax vaccine. That’s...

Huma lay across Hillary and sighed as her lover rippled and writhed with transformations under her....

“Mr. President! Mr. President!” the reporter called. “You’ll have to speak up!” Donald replied. “MR....

“Your breasts are a common good,” Bernie said, never breaking eye contact with her chest. It was two...

“Well, if they’re going to issue the stay at all, now would be a good time! I mean, if no stay today, by...

“Beto is out! He’s out of the primary race!” the hat crowed. He farted with manic glee. “Who?” Donald...

In December of 1997, the anthrax vaccine manufacturer was shut down and could not manufacture anything...

One Week “Backyard,” I bark. “Backyard, backyard.” The gate bangs against the post again and again. I...

“Nothing is ever good enough for these fuckers, you know?” the hat asked the hair. “Hmm,” the hair...

“Facebook?” the hair asked. “Of course,” the hat replied. “CNN?” “Yes, of course.” “Google? Apple?...