..:: CONTENTS ::..

   Volume IX, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..

..:: PROSE ::..
..:: OTHER ::..

..:: ETC ::..
   Contributor's Notes

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
   Volume I, Issue I
   Volume I, Issue II
   Volume II, Issue I
   Volume II, Issue II
   Volume III, Issue I
   Volume III, Issue II
   Volume IV, Issue I
   Volume IV, Issue II
   Volume V, Issue I
   Volume V, Issue II
   Volume VI, Issue I
   Volume VI, Issue II
   Volume VII, Issue I
   Volume VII, Issue II
   Volume VIII, Issue I


Andrew Abbott


dear terry,

fred got his leg bitten off by a tiger today. the leg flew up into the air. there were other legs there. the legs were all the lost legs of people attacked by tigers. thats what tigers are for. sometimes they accidentally kill people though, but they are only supposed to get the legs. fred missed his leg so he went and did karaoke with some korean businessmen. they all got really drunk and sang a song by rod stewart. i found fred on the couch this morning moaning about his hangover and missing leg. damn you fred. damn you tiger.




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