A Union of Nobodies, Part Two

By Fiore Amore Here we stood in front of a flame-engulfed McDonald’s staring right at the inhuman face of our small-town business community. Gone was any pretense. Behold the mighty hog, a sight for the ages beyond belief.  From this point forward my memory fails me. Only glimpses and fragments […]

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By Nate Warrows We are afraid of dying in the object, in the building. Afraid of our own teeth, as each one is a small bit of bone that lives inside our mouth and our bodies, the whole of which can start to waste away if a rotten tooth goes […]