“To You, Love, Your Facebook Stalker”: A Satire

I am Jack’s good humor. I am Jack’s stinging sense of abandonment. I am Jack’s metastasized loneliness. I am Jack’s reference to Fight Club. I am Jack’s stolen shoes. I am Jack’s disappointed mother. I am Jack’s unemployment check. I am Jack’s weed dealer, I am Jack’s unloved dick. I am Jack’s paralyzing terror because…

We Need Your Submissions!

Dear wonderful readers, I wanted to take a break from our hard-hitting articles and fancy photos to remind you that we run off of your submissions. We love having a group of regular contributors, but also thrive off of one-time submissions. If you’d like to join our team or just share a piece of art…

Bad Thing

When we watched and listened to King Tuff shred, I acknowledged him as just another punk to push. Floors bathed in cheap beer and hair ratted into matted, messy hives have always had a way of attracting the same type of Rock ‘n Roll G0d. so his presence didn’t spark me as unique at the…