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About Me
- Bradley Sands
- I wrote It Came from Below the Belt, My Heart Said No, But the Camera Crew Said Yes!, Sorry I Ruined Your Orgy, and Rico Slade Will Fucking Kill You. I edit a literary journal called Bust Down the Door and Eat All the Chickens. I like cheese. I am lactose intolerant.
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stories and things
- Abridged Version (from The Dream People)
- Action Hero Defeats Terrorists (from Robot Melon)
- A Performance (from The Dream People)
- How to Write a Short Story! (from The Dream People)
- In the Restaurant (from decomP)
- Liquid Gold (from Opium Magazine)
- Soccer Moms and Pro Wrestler Dads
- The Way He Laughs (from susurrus)
3 comments:
Fans of Disco Biscuits are made of candy. Upon their second show they earn the right to go into the transformation room backstage. In this room candy is pumped into their bodies until their heart becomes sugar in itself. This shit is in the bible. But this shit is only hinted at in the koran.
One girl kept smiling at me. It was creepy. It wasn't a flirty smile. It was a psychotic smile. It was a Joker smile. It was a "I have taken four tabs of ecstasy and cannot stop smiling even though Batman is dead" smile.
That is the type of smile that burns down a city and then buys shovels and gloves for people to help rebuild it.
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