Department of Post-Reality Studies

Sometimes I feel like a Lonely Chicken

February 18, 2010
By Pat King
Sometimes I feel like a Lonely Chicken

Because I never graduated college, I’m sometimes feel uneducated.  I dropped out in my senior year after after completing all of my core credits (except math) and completing most of of two majors (mass communications and English).  The reasons for my dropping out are varied, but much of it has to do with my...
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Finale by Paul A. Toth: The Entire First Chapter

November 19, 2009
By Paul Toth

EIGHT Divided I crawled, semi-united I stood, and disembodied I fell. All I ever wanted was to walk the line like Johnny Cash, strong and true, but the line walked me until that letter arrived, and then it stomped me. It might be said it wasn’t even a line but a...
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Two poems by Andrew “Panda” Lucariello

November 6, 2009
By Paul Toth

That’s Right That’s Right, Just Dig It Gimme dopium and a lil’ o’ that high yellin’, boppin’ all around your microcosm with a bone buttplug and a cadmium codpiece. the humpshuffle and groove. Idiot bleeds bloot and stale pilsner, lapped up snappy by a happy mute. Noodlings please the ears of the deaf, sweet precise penetration to the Drum. Frantic...
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An Irresponsible Amount of Orgasms by Casey Adrian

October 21, 2009
By Paul Toth

I was raised on a tuna boat about 70 nautical miles off the coast of Madagascar.  I’ve seen creatures birthed from the bowels of the deepest seas, which rise like plankton at low tide to harvest the souls of men. I’ve seen horrors that make Freddy Kruger look like a fluffy Teletubby who’s cradling...
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Urban Terror by Maria Gornell

October 21, 2009
By Paul Toth

Is a ghost haunting the fringes and sidelines of consciousness where lucid dreams reside suffocated within the human notes that struggle to sing in harmony; obsessed with the smell of death, rotten flesh and the forbidden pleasures of necrophilia not in a desire for control; just the repeated patterns of cold rigor mortis that wouldn’t succumb to mine. Its...
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