You Are an Addicted Faggot
There is an opioid epidemic entirely localised inside my new apartment, which is number 8 in my building (this will become relevant later, or may already be relevant, depending on what time zone you are in). There’s a drug addict sending me voice notes about Bataille’s “limit experience”, but he always says virtually the same thing, as though he is talking about it for the first time. He possibly has the memory of a goldfish and is discovering Bataille for the first time over and over again, hundreds of times a day. You can use AI to work out the maximum human dosages of legal prescription medications. This isn’t medical advice, by the way, but it is something.
I Am Christina Olson and I Should Be Dead
A friend told me he had been thinking about aging as a homosexual male. I refrained from telling him the best we could hope for was a small, expensive apartment to die in and a mention on the Dennis Cooper blog, and instead told him not to think about it and to tell me about his current Pokémon run. At least HIV isn’t a death sentence anymore, even if some of my friends probably wish it still was.
This Is a War, You Are a Weapon
A directed energy weapon is being used on writers. This weapon is capable of causing serious harm to your health and privacy. Your sensitive information is being collected through your autofiction writing. This information is being used against you. The literary magazines are CIA honeypots. High-ranking members of Online Lit are compromised and acting on behalf of governmental authorities. Think twice about the potential cost of what you are about to write and submit.
Tactical Surveillance Crab’s work has appeared in Don’t Submit, Spectra Poets and Loser Magazine. These three poems originally appeared in print in Loser IV, Loser V and Loser VI respectively.