Google & Facebook have given all our info to the CIA, FBI and the NSA where we’re kept under-the-file-name TIT-SUCKER or TOE-SUCKER or whatever-pet-proclivity- our-SUCKER-don’t-want on the National Enquirer front page. »
BEEN TO THE MOUNTAINTOP, WENT OVER THE EDGE:
WHO KILLED JFK, MLK & RFK
GREAT MOMENTS IN SPORTZ
23 SKIDOO
Renfreu Neff’s
(NAKED LAMBCHOPS FOR LUNCH)
Ernest Hemingway’s
THE KILLERS
A BUM LOVE STORY
Viola and B. Prune reverently continuing the tradition of Damon Runyon
FUG YOU
“Now Dig This”
The Terry Southern Interview
Mike Golden’s
“THERE ARE NO RULES,
SCUMBAG MAKES THE RULES!”
fiction
excerpted from the novelVIRTUALLY REALITY
Bukowski’s
WON’T YOU BE MY VALENTINE?
- A Thanksgiving Prayer from William Burroughs
- Thanks for the wild turkey and passenger pigeons destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts... Thanks for vast herds of bisons... Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes...Thanks for a nation of finks. »
A WHITER SHADE OF PALE
- Jim Harrison’s “Corruption”
- Like Afghanistan I’m full of corruption. My friend McGuane once said, ”I’d gladly commit a hundred acts of literary capitulation to keep my dog in Alpo. “ The little ones needed dental braces and flutes, cars and houses. Off and on I’ve had this dangerous golden touch like a key to a slot machine streaming 20-dollar gold pieces. It was so easy to buy expensive French wine that purges the grim melancholy of livelihood, the drudgery of concocting fibs. I know a man, happily married, who bought a girl a hundred-dollar pair of panties. I was stunned. For this price I buy a whole lamb each fall. Now the lamb and panties are gone though the panties might be on a card table at a yard sale. Right now a wind has come up and there’s a strange blizzard of yellow buds outside my studio. »
- TALES FROM THE OLD STASH
Jack Wesley Hardin’s
MEXICAN SWEAT (a smuggler’s memoir)
#9 THE FINAL EPISODE
- Gordo ordered them on their knees. There were 24 men and women, all wearing the same type backpack. There were two dark-skinned Mexicans that Sangrita had disarmed. They were the “Coyotes”, the guides that took part of the thousand dollar per person ticket to ride that these poor people paid to have a risky »
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The Further Adventures of Bart Plantenga's
Confessions of a Beer Mystic #36
The Final Episode
I breathe into my palms. They are swollen by beer and excitement. But I am afraid that the he that is him is now me. I remember my fear of heights. But it wasn’t a fear of heights as much as a fear I might be compelled to jump. I Wonder how it will feel to die. Wonder if I should do it in public, if there’s a quick way to write a will. Times Square perhaps. Quickly and slowly. »- FAMOUS LONG AGO REDUX:
Raymond Mungo’s
SILK ROAD MAHABHARATA #21
(The Final Episode)
- Travel is broadening, as they say, and also flattening – we were elevated and also humbled. Every day on the Silk Road had seemed like a week, every week like a month, in the sense that travel extends your life, buys you time. And time, dear friend, is running out. »
- Maureen Owen’s
ON A POEM ABOUT ELVIS PRESLEY
but for Ted Berrigan who understands momentum
- I thought she said “There’s a bullet hole in my skull the size of Detroit” He got older but what he really lost was the energy of life he had this energy then he lost it because what happens is you start to see the outcome see where it’s all headed & So you don’t want to go there anymore but there’s already nowhere else to go so Fuck it is all you can think it stops making any sense then & confusion sets in & you don’t want to lose everything you’ve worked your ass off for but there’s no real reason to try to maintain it either Then you start getting fat which he did...»
Keith Olbermann Special Comment:
The Four Great Hypocrisies of the Debt Deal
Welcome to Times Square
Happy New Year
Sex, Death
& Other People’s Money
Sex, Death
& Other People’s Money
& Other People’s Money
This here excursion of three stray dogs lookin' to hide out of the holy night is something else: Silent, clandestine, completely indulgent, yet valid, unlike flogging your hype. . .Last night, blessed be His name, I thought I might find a miracle out there among the trees and one hundred percent Vermont maple syrup...»
Columns
- Bukowski’s (all new)NOTES OF A DIRTY OLD MAN
What about fame? They ask me. Will fame destroy you? Well now, if I am famous and if it destroys me (meaning my talent) then sixty one years of my life will have gone by without my having sense any of the traps... » - Jim Harrison’s THE DEAD FOOD SCROLLS #5
One wonders, doesn't one, why historically we are insufficiently wily in foreign affairs. Without question it is because we do not eat vividly. more... » - Mike Golden’s APOCALYPSE WHEN?
He would always notice the spiderwebs.“We’re smoking them now,” he cackled. Which was when I realized the right half of my body was totally paralyzed. “Mine too,” he whispered. more... »
- ART RAVES ON about JFK conspiracy books, films, etc...
- ASSASSINATION BY OMISSION: GERALD POSNER
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Courtesy of The Exiled -
The 49th Anniversary of having to ask Though they probably don't have the balls to do it, the best opportunity Trump will ever have to be trusted by the great majority of Americans would be by using MLK's 86th birthday to name who’s really responsible for the assassinations of JFK-MLK- RFK, before bad-politics-as-usual buries the truth again forever… »
WHO KILLED JFK, MLK & RFK 
- Dave Hill’s LOVE REPORT with Venus & Serena
- Victor Harwood Interviews Regis Debray
- HATE MAIL: ASK DR. FAUSTROLL, PATAPHYSICIAN
If you’ve got the balls to ask our resident psycho-genius “How much more meaningless has life become during the Obaminable age of Social Networking?” do so at your own risk, you pussies more... » -
- Darius James' FREE BROTHER BOBBY
Sometime between the ages of eight and nine, traumatized by The Story of Dr. Doolittle, and his adventures in Hugh Loftig's whimsical Africa, wherein a cannibal the color of coal, and suited in an armor of rusty mop-buckets, was bleached by the titular hero to aid said cannibal in his quest for the heart of a fairyland lass, I forsooked the insidious charms of children's literature, embarking on an investigation of works consigned to disreputable -- nay, lunatic -- realms of public inquiry. more... » - Renfreu Neff’s SLEEPING AT THE MOVIES
As William Burroughs starts to explain why he always orders lamb chops in restaurants, Allen Ginsberg leaned over and confided to me that he & Bill (he eschews the deferential “William”) have had sex since the latter’s recent return. more... »
Mikhail Horowitz & Paul Austin
in SECOND COMING
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Trailer of the 1987 East Village Film about the return of you know who to the lower east side. more... »
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Jane King’s NURSE JANE
Two years ago I went to the hospital to visit a sick friend who just so happens to edit this mag, only to find he was being tortured by a sadistic nurse. At the time I had already developed an elaborate theory about nursing as an apt profession for sadists, so I put the booga-booga on the booga-booga she had put on my friend more... » Nancy Cohen’s MY DINNER WITH ABBIE -
- Rudy Wurlitzer’s The Drop Edge Of Yonder
The Captain and the Portuguese crew were afraid to set foot on land, convinced that the entire West Coast had been seized by a biblical conflagration; a disaster brought on, they had no doubt, by the godless scum of the earth » -
Buddy Godox’s
REGULAR JOB
Buddy Godox’s moving and pathetic performance of “Regular Job” from Mike Golden’s 1987 East Village film, “Second Coming.” Would you hire this guy?» - Bob Zmuda's Mr X Chronicles #3
“Anyway, so we’re in Jersey, drivin’ along in the limo, and Mr. X sees this bakery, and says, ‘Driver stop over here, I want a glazed donut. Okay, so inside, it’s midday and there’s a few people in line, so X just blurts out, ‘I want a glazed donut,’ real loud, like they’re all just hard of hearing, and this woman behind the counter, her name badge said ‘Flo’ » - The Buddhist Third Class Junkmail Oracle
Who killed d.a. levy? The last poet in America put of trial for the language of his art » - Sparrow & Foamola @ St. Marks Church
- Foamola has been described as "the best band since the Crimean War" by the Milwaukee Courier-Dispatcher. Since 1990, their frequent melodies have cheered the Lower East Side, and occasionally Soho.
- The Ballad of WHO KILLED MLK
- Obviously, politics breeds strange bedfellows, and those bedfellows have been known to breed more than a few conspiracies hiding behind generic government cover-ups, i.e., such as the blatant cronyism behind war profiteering and the oil companies’ windfall profits at the expense of the rest of the economy. And while we’re at it, let’s not... »
- MODERN (You Call This) LIVING
Joey Amdahl’s TRYING TO BREAK YOUR HEART
- She woke up before noon, which is something she had not done for two or three years. Before she showered, she went for a jog. She came home, turned up her music, and practiced yoga for an hour. After her shower, she stood on the couch and pulled down the poster of George Clooney »
Shameless Gratuities?
- An excerpt from the novel SLOW FADE
by Rudolph Wurlitzer
- He was up fourteen grand. He decided to keep four for himself and give the rest to Walker as payment for the next installment of the script, making himself the producer. He would have Walker sign a paper saying all three of them owned the script equally. This was his move. … »
The Blood Of A Wig
50-YEARS LATER, WHO KILLED RFK
an excerpt from Mike Golden’s
WHOSE CONSPIRACY IS THIS, ANYWAY?
an excerpt from Mike Golden’s
WHOSE CONSPIRACY IS THIS, ANYWAY?
Somebody tell RFK Jr., mob-Boss-of-Bosses Carlos Marcello gave the order to take out his Uncle Jack as the-first-step-in-his-master-plan to get rid of the rat dog Attorney General gnawing on his leg. »
Michelle Wolf at the 2018
White House Correspondents’ Dinner
White House Correspondents’ Dinner
Good evening. Good evening. Here we are, the White House correspondents’ dinner: Like a porn star says when she’s about to have sex with a Trump, let’s get this over with. »
counter commentary
ME TOO
ME TOO
Sinnerman’s turning himself in. He can’t take the pressure, thinking Mary Lou Phillips is going to come out-of-the-woodwork and turn him in for pulling-her-pigtails, 40-years-ago, back in the fifth grade. »
Jay Sapir’s
UNDERCUT
YOUR
UPPERCUT
UNDERCUT
YOUR
UPPERCUT
Just heard the news about Cap’ain Red, literally as his Undercut Your Uppercut was going up as the lead on Smoke Signals. I wrote him an email several days ago to let him know, but decided to surprise him instead. »
HIGH LONESOME
excerpted from
Infinite Tuesday
An Autobiographical Riff
Michael Nesmith
excerpted from
Infinite Tuesday
An Autobiographical Riff
Michael Nesmith
Deep in the bowels of sorrow, in the songs of the hard-laboring, slow-growing, painful life that is mortality, there's a concept shared among country and blues writers and musicians, called High Lonesome. »
GREAT MOMENTS IN SPORTZ
23 SKIDOO
Renfreu Neff’s
(NAKED LAMBCHOPS FOR LUNCH)
23 SKIDOO
Renfreu Neff’s
(NAKED LAMBCHOPS FOR LUNCH)
A small dinner was set up for William Burroughs when he returned from England in 1974, at El Quixote, the funky Spanish restaurant in the Hotel Chelsea. . . My husband Gianfranco was invited, but instructed not to bring Renfreu. . . »
Jim Harrison’s
A REALLY BIG LUNCH
A REALLY BIG LUNCH
It’s a long road from a childhood in rural Michigan to being the sort of man who gets invited to a thirty-seven-course lunch. But, above all, a gourmand is one who is able to keep eating when no longer hungry, and a gourmand without a rich sense of the comic is a pathetic piggy,... »
Martin Torgoff’s
RED DIRT MARIJUANA
an excerpt from BOP APOCALYPSE
RED DIRT MARIJUANA
an excerpt from BOP APOCALYPSE
There was something about the way the cow was laying in the Johnsongrass that piqued Terry Southern’s interest and made him laugh. The animal was just lying out there on its stomach, that hot summer day, its head on the dry scrub brush, a dazed, loopy expression on its face. »
FUCKED!
FUCKED, indeed. This election was a perfect example of exactly what the Founding Faths feared the most about power-to-the-people Democracy, and has guaranteed to dramatically change the world we know and live in, into . . . into. . .well, a mantra to hope for the best, expect the worst, »
Remembering Lenny Bruce
By Paul Krassner
By Paul Krassner
Back at the Café Au Go Go arrest in New York, Lenny had told a fantasy tale about Eleanor Roosevelt, quoting her, “I've got the nicest tits that have ever been in this White House…” The top of the police complaint was “Eleanor Roosevelt and her display of tits.” »
SALLY DETROIT’S BIG BREAK fiction by B. Prune Sally Detroit & cohorts continue
the tradition of Damon Runyon
Sal screams, and slaps the knife out of her roomie's hand. Then pushes herself up off the bed, as Jill picks up the knife. By that time Sal, in a trail of flying blood, is stumbling out the door, calling for “HELP”, as she goes rolling off the porch into the snow... »
Pedro Pietri
SELECTED POETRY
from SUICIDE NOTE FROM A COCKROACH The republican party / the democratic party / con edison general electric / gillete razor blades playtex general motors and all / those other deadly odors blessed by the daily news/... »
D’Army Bailey’s
THE ORIGINAL X MAN
excerpted from his memoir
THE EDUCATION OF A BLACK RADICAL
D'Army Bailey, a Memphis lawyer and judge who turned the Lorraine Motel into the National Civil Rights Museum, died July 12 at the age of 73. This excerpt about his relationship with Malcolm X is from his memoir THE EDCUATION OF A BLACK RADICAL. »
THE HISTORY OF THE GROWTH OF HISTORY
from the novel
VIRTUALLY REALITY
(on the coast of Nebraska)
by Mike Golden
from the novel
VIRTUALLY REALITY
(on the coast of Nebraska)
by Mike Golden
Once upon a time, technology was the answer, but unfortunately it was never the question. The question that was left out of the equation was How was the machine to ultimately avoid contempt for the inferiors it was serving? Without that question built into the equation the superiority of the machine would eventually lose... »
Isabelle Olin’s
The Big White Elephant
Lives in My Closet Too
The Big White Elephant
Lives in My Closet Too
She began going home with the clients. Not to screw, or fuck, but just to not be alone. Just to save herself that ache, those solemn hours when it is not quite morning and yet not quite night. When everything hangs in the balance, when the ghosts come out to play. »
A
ROBERT ALTMAN FILM?
PART II: The Sequel
ROBERT ALTMAN FILM?
PART II: The Sequel
Between the surreality of pitching and the quagmire-dream state of La La Land itself, our protag is witness to a shocking nervous breakdown by an infamous screenwriting guru that will foreshadow the realization that he's so strung out by the hustle again that he's plotting to pitch Altman his projects in the middle of... »
A
ROBERT ALTMAN FILM?
PART I: The Interview
ROBERT ALTMAN FILM?
PART I: The Interview
"You're gonna get fucked on the first one," he avuncularly explains to me. "You're gonna get fucked on the second one too. Then you're gonna get fucked on the third one. By that time, if you get that far, if you keep your mouth shut, they'll think you're a good fuck,... »
Isabelle Olin’s
ST. ANDREWS CROSS
She promptly dragged him to the far blue wall, and chained him, facing the chamber, to the St. Andrew’s cross. Then she called in her fellow dommes, who traipsed in a great herd of clattering and stomping, some in corsets, some in lounge-wear, and attacked: Jeers and taunts and jabs, snickers and lowblows... »
Bukowski’sSPLASH
the illusion is that you are simply reading this poem. the reality is that this is more tha… Read the rest »
an excerpt from
Rudy Wurlitzer’sTHE DROP EDGE OF YONDER
That night he was woken by her long nails scratching lines of blood down his stomach and across his groin, a violent gesture which she repeated even as she pulled him inside her, locking her legs around his waist as if she wanted to break him in two. For the rest of the night, she... »
Tar Baby,
he don’t say nothin’…
but
Jim Dickinson
sure does…
he don’t say nothin’…
but
Jim Dickinson
sure does…
The Tar Baby is an inanimate character from the 1946 Disney film, Song of the South, the animated segments of which are based on the Uncle Remus stories compiled by Joel Chandler Harris. Jim Dickinson, the godfather of postpunk mutant funk, was a long time Uncle Remus protege, and one of the last great... »
Chez Lolita
The Maurice Girodias Interview
"In the cellar there was a restaurant with dancing and a Brazilian samba band, on the ground floor a French restaurant, on the next floor a soul food restaurant and blues bar, with Hazel Scott on the piano, and on the top floor there was a Russian nightclub called Chez Vodka, with a balalaika... »
V. K. Reiter’s
My Girodias
On one of my birthdays, Girodias offered me an impromptu party at the Russian restaurant, ordering up chocolate soufflés and champagne, and telling the Russian orchestra to play any song I requested. Because he had no actual gift to hand me, Girodias picked up a wine glass and ate it, gazing into my... »
’68 Democratic Convention
excerpted from
Richard Seaver’s
THE TENDER HOUR OF TWILIGHT
excerpted from
Richard Seaver’s
THE TENDER HOUR OF TWILIGHT
In a stroke of journalistic brilliance -- madness? -- Esquire magazine, sensing that the Democratic convention in Chicago might well be a historic event, invited three world-famous writers, all published by or associated with Grove, to cover the convention: the satirist Terry Southern, author of The Magic Christian. . .William Burroughs, author of Naked Lunch. . . and Jean... »
Stories From Around the Web
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MACACA SPEAKS
MAKE FRAGMERICA GREAT AGAIN
THE BRAND ON TRUMP’S BIG FUCKING WALL
Truly, we’re fucked if we can’t call off and reschedule this whole lose-lose election the failed two-party-system has stuck us with in order to keep control of the country. In order to change things it's going to take a plan that bars anyone who ran for POTUS in this election and replaces them with... »
THE ONE THAT GET AWAY
If you unlucky enough to be out in the soup tonight, baby, you don’t have to be told this toxic brew of critics and crucifiers alike is not pissin’ chicken soup for the soul down on us. All you gotta do is watch the waves of rage exploding out over the high bluffs above... »
I AM FIFI
I am FiFi (not my real name), the French maid sex slave of two beautiful, brilliant, strong Amazon Lesbians. And though they tell me I am badly flunking the French part of my maid, What, Dear Vibrator, I must ask, is the correlation between pain and sexual excitement? Am I a sickness? »
As she obliviously barked on, I looked out the corner of my eye to see if everyone was staring at us. But they were totally frozen in time. I mean, they were all completely stuck in mid chew, or suck, as they case may be -- trapped in the unconscious flytrap of our... »
The Big Dumb Nothing
fiction from MODERN (you call this) LIVING
See my thirty-five-year-old boss Betty Allen standing at the door of the club. She scratches at an itch that’s under her tight black skirt and her hand yanks up her fish net stocking at the knee. . A tattoo of a zombie geisha fills up her entire upper arm. The tattoo goes against..... »
WHO KILLED JFK, MLK & RFK
Though they probably don't have the balls to do it, the best opportunity Trump will ever have to be trusted by the great majority of Americans would be by using MLK's 86th birthday to name who’s really responsible for the assassinations of JFK-MLK- RFK, before bad-politics-as-usual buries the truth again forever… »
Six Inches
Sarah picked me up and placed me down between her legs, which she spread open just a bit. Then I was facing a forest of hair. I hardened my back and neck muscles, sensing what was to come. I was jammed into darkness and stench. I heard Sarah moan. Then Sarah began to move me slowly back and forth. As I said, the stench was unbearable, and it was difficult to breathe, but somehow there was air in there—various side-pockets and drafts of oxygen. Now and then my head, the top of my head bumped The Man in the Boat and then Sarah would let out an extra-illuminated moan. Sarah began moving me faster and faster »
MINGUS SPEAKS
Avant-Garde and Tradition
Photograph by Robert Frank
I don't want to be so junglish that I can't climb a stairway. I got to climb mountains all day long? We're going to the moon, right? Well, I'm with the guys that wrote music that got us to the moon. Not the guys who dreamed about it. Bach built the buildings, we didn't... »
THE LAST INTERVIEW WITH JAMES EARL RAY
A Counter Myth
from Mike Golden’s
BEEN TO THE MOUNTAINTOP, WENT OVER THE EDGE
Sad to Say, if you ask any graduating class today who James Earl Ray was, less than 10% of those over-priced diplomas would know the confessed, then-unconfessed, alleged-assassin of Dr. Martin Luther King was indisputably one of the three biggest hand-picked-stooges in history, along with Curly Larry Sirhan and Mo Harvey Oswald... »
A Thanksgiving Prayer from William Burroughs
Thanks for the wild turkey and passenger pigeons destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts... Thanks for vast herds of bisons... Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes...Thanks for a nation of finks... »
THE WRITERS’ CONFERENCE
excerpted from his novel
TO DIE IN MADRID
That Saturday night Malraux and I sat side-by-side, facing the room, watching the crowd flow in and out in waves as it passed through the Dingo, quick to find out what was doing in the Quarter, savor a Jimmy Charters Gin Fizz and head off for dinner at the Brassarie Lipp or the Dôme... »
Now entering the 50th year of having to ask
WHO KILLED MLK
HERE’S A CONVERSATION
WITH PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR WILD BILLY HICKS
“I’d rather be dead than afraid,” the spirit said to Hicks It was Dr. King’s mantra, but all Wild Billy saw was a poor lost soul who didn’t know he was dead. “I never felt so small as when I realized it was my job to inform Dr. King’s spirit his body was gone »
BOYS TOWN
THE NATIONAL PASTIME
Great Moments in Sportz
Fear & Loathing @
The Kentucky Derby
RALPH STEADMAN remembers meeting HUNTER S. THOMPSON: I heard a quick hiss from the spray can Hunter was brandishing. He had Maced me again!...
HUNTER meets RALPH: Another problem was his habit of sketching people he met in the various social situations I dragged him into--then giving them the sketches. »
Inside Outsourcing
WAA!!
WHAT AN ASSHOLE!
painting collage of UBU, THE DECIDER by aka
Fred Wistow introduces Malcolm Gladwell
The Fire Insider
for daily updates
Missionary Positions
fiction by Joe Maynard
Painting by Peter Cross
"dick lit" is here to acknowledge the good, bad and ugly that goes with it, as it celebrates every young boy's quest to get off the next time, and every old man's quest to get off one more time, before there is no time left to get off on... »
REMEMBERING THE TEA
an excerpt from Ellen Pearlman’s
NOTHING & EVERYTHING
Nothing and Everything is about the relationship of Eastern thought, particularly Buddhism, to the arts in post-war New York City —from the early 1940s to the early1960s—a handful of individuals brought about major changes in music, performance, dance, theater, installation, video, mixed media, painting, and sculpture, as the evolution from modernism to postmodernism broke down the idea of art as a practice devoted to a particular medium. The world—or life itself—became a legitimate artist’s tool, aligning with Zen Buddhism’s emphasis on enlightenment occurring at any moment.... »
Alan Greenberg’s
ROPE-A-DOPING WITH MUHAMMAD ALI
ROPE-A-DOPING WITH MUHAMMAD ALI
For three hours Ali was in the ring sparring, and the entire time he never threw a punch. When he finally stepped down I asked him what he was doing. “I’m gonna get that sucker so tired of punching me he’s gonna fall flat on his face,” Ali replied. And so the “Rope-a-Dope” was born, not in the ring in Zaire, but in a gym in Pennsylvania. »
MY LIFE & TIMES IN THE SKIN TRADE
Up on the stage a man who looks like Klinger on Mash lifts his dress for the audience to inspect him. He has a clit. An actual clit. Then suddenly the legs spread, and PRESTO SLEAZO, there's a schlong! What a bargain! A real live hermaphrodite is about to take the skin of his female genitalia and stretch it over his male genitalia and get it on with itself »
Up on the stage a man who looks like Klinger on Mash lifts his dress for the audience to inspect him. He has a clit. An actual clit. Then suddenly the legs spread, and PRESTO SLEAZO, there's a schlong! What a bargain! A real live hermaphrodite is about to take the skin of his female genitalia and stretch it over his male genitalia and get it on with itself »
Great Moments in Sportz
Professor Irwin Corey Accepts
The National Book Award
for Thomas Pynchon
It happened Thursday, April 18th, 1974, at Alice Tulley Hall, and those that were there will never forget it (if they remember it at all). The National Book Awards, commercial publishing’s now defunct version of the Academy Awards was in the bottom of the ninth, down »
Mimi & Richard Farina Live
In 1965, Mimi and Richard Farina dropped by the studios of WTBS (now WMBR) with electric guitarist Barry Tashian (of Barry & the Remains) for music and talk with DJ Ed Freeman. Richard is on dulcimer. One of Mimi’s two guitars is tuned like a dulcimer. The explanation for the brief gap in the tape has long been lost.
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Michael Disend's RIDER OF THE JADE HORSE
Li looked firmly into his eyes. “No! I want man who is also a woman.” Penman nodded against his will, his gaze stealing down toward the strap-on dildo she was generously coating with lube. It thrust out like a red cannon from her leather harness. Why red? Is it because she’s from China?
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Dick Lit
Stacia St. Owens’
DISCOVERED
“Dick lit” has been around since the first caveman’s curiosity stuck his dick into the equation when he rubbed those two rocks together around it until....
DISCOVERED
Millie tittered, which is how girls used to be taught to laugh. Tilda wondered if this were an intentional jab.
Barney Rosset Interview
(The Subject Was Left Handed)
Nightlife
