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Guest Story by Purple Chimp – Pride

[We’ve asked our readers to submit their own stories for a chance to have art drawn to their words. Our friend, Purple Chimp, was one of our first submitters. He wrote some short prose based on our “Mother, You’re Overreacting” … Continue reading

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Fear and Loathing

“A drug person can learn to cope with things like seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth, but nobody should be asked to handle this trip. Bazooko’s Circus is what the whole hep … Continue reading

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Saturday Rejects – Lonely, Nature’s Vanity and Contemplation

Another week has snuck by and with it a few more of Wendy’s sketches almost managed to go unnoticed. Luckily for the betterment of humanity I have absolute access to all of her secret hiding places, which allows me to … Continue reading

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Friday With Friends – 7 Deadly Princesses, Wolves, Mazes and Sex Changes

It’s Friday and we’d like to share all the new friends we’ve made and the amazing things they provide for our enjoyment. But first, I’d like to share one of Wendy’s pieces that I think is beautiful – The flow … Continue reading

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Down the Rabbit Hole

  ‘It was much pleasanter at home,’ thought poor Alice, ‘when one wasn’t always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn’t gone down that rabbit-hole — and yet — and … Continue reading

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The Silence Of Moths

It’s dark.  Quiet now. I can hardly stand the silence.  It only amplifies the sound of my thoughts.  They’re like a million moths relentlessly throwing themselves at the porch light we used to sit under on warm summer nights.  They … Continue reading

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