By Kyle K. Mann It’s time to validate Mike Godwin. Not that he needs it, but with Obama’s obscene ramp up to the latest installment of the Endless War, or Long War as military types call it, progressives need to acknowledge the mind-frying truth: America is a fascist state. For […]
So what is Valentines Day? Where did it come from. What kind of terrible fucked up things from long ago do we now emulate in ignorance and bliss? Modern Valentine named after the Roman Christian Saint Valentine, carrying on the rituals of the old physical Roman Empire into the new […]
By Ron Whitehead GonzoFest Louisville co-founder and Chief Poetics The first time Jack Nicholson called he was furious, pissed off, screaming. It was August 1995 and my grandmother, Louverine Render, had died. Right after the funeral my family and I headed out, in a rented car, for a 5,000-mile-out-West road […]
by David Pratt Your bones tire an old soul’s tire. Done hung around far too long, Far too many lives. After millenia One gets weary of the cycle. Still something always pulls you back Into the dance for another whirl, A memory of the real, the touch of […]
by David Pratt Darby had their number. The bastards. They weren’t going to get away with it this time. He ratcheted down South Main dragging his bum leg, digging himself in the shop windows bent against the wind in a coat too thin and the ass of his pants all […]
by Kyle Mann It was 1992 when I got around to trying dimethyltryptamine. I smoked just one hit of the stuff, way out on the back end of Maui near Kipahulu, and the staggering intensity of the experience made me want to forgive everyone for everything. Even my childhood enemy, […]
by Kris Khatchikian “Is that him”? “No,” I whispered in an aggressive tone, “don’t point!” slapping his hand down with a quick flash. “Do you know how to act, goddamnit” This was strange territory, unfamiliar faces, a stench of previous crimes and an electricity that something illegal and possibly evil […]
by Tony X Stanton I was sitting alone at 3am on a weeknight in the Bourbon Bar in Las Vegas. Well, not technically alone. I was sitting with 3 off duty dancers/strippers, a guy dressed as a bad 80’s heavy metal cliche from one of the shows and a great […]
by Mark James when this war comes to be blue vs brown and sides are chosen the armed forces vs the united nation flags on their coffins freed and enslaved everything remains my nephew, he’s ordered kill the man standing next to me on this line afraid to […]
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