party

the music
makes my lungs quake 

there are people 
all around 
jumping up and down 
shouting 
singing 
howling into each other's 
ears 

the lights blaze from above
and the sides 
and even from the floor 

the immense room feels 
like the surface 
of a star 

and its inhabitants dance 
and cheer 
in the flames 

Everyone is happy 
everyone's ecstatic 
jubilant 
wild 
high
frenzied 

having the time of their
life 

And I am amidst 
them all 

They are talking to me
Expecting replies 

The party goes 
on and on
and on 

God... I've never felt lonelier
in my life.

The whole of existence is but one single being hallucinating by Bogdan Dragos

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a robust

golden

sun

and a pale moon,

both very friendly

and with enormous smiles

shook hands

right above her

painted on

the low ceiling

She watched them

from her bed,

lying on her back,

thinking that

they’ve always been there

and she glanced on

them since early childhood

when she first

gained awareness in this

house

And ever since

then she lived with

the idea

that nothing was real

The painted sun

and moon

shaking hands were not

the real sun and moon

They were an imaginary

replica made after

imaginary entities

Nothing in existence

was real

besides her

The whole of existence

is but one single

being hallucinating,

dreaming

It’s only her

Her alone

And she’s lying on this

unreal bed

and staring at

an unreal ceiling

featuring two unreal

characters

while

very soon the unreal door

will open wide

and a totally, absolutely,

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For Courage by Bogdan Dragos

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“Getting drunk to write

is stupid,”

she said,

“not to mention

utterly pathetic.”

And I said, “Yeah, I agree.”

“Good. Then

why are you drinking now?”

“Well…”

Shit, she got me. There

was nothing

I could say. I didn’t know

what the hell I was doing. There was

still so much about

existence that I

had no explanation for. I didn’t

drink for inspiration. I

didn’t need

inspiration. Just the courage

to write.

Suddenly I felt like the cowardly

lion from

The Wizard of Oz.

The poor fool wasn’t missing

courage, was he?

No, he just needed someone to

tell him that he already

had courage. It was

inside him all along.

Me, if I do drink, it’s never

for inspiration,

but rather the courage to

throw my written words

into the abyss

at editors

and publishers

and so on

I never seem to be ready

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thrill of the wrong place by Bogdan Dragos

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she sat him down at what she judged to be the most isolated table in the restaurant and then seated herself across from him took off her shoes and did what she always did when they shared the same table placed her feet into his lap and began to work around the belt and the zipper She was getting quite good at it. Unnaturally skilled. Her toes having the dexterity of fingers “When will you get tired of this?” he whispered She smirked at him and said, “To get tired before the climax is a sin.” It was true. In her world. But her world was a most weird one If not in the restaurant, she'd only want to get intimate in the back seat of some bus. If not that then in the bathroom of some gas station. If not that then in some changing room of a clothing…

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Jar of Bugs by Bogdan Dragos

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he rides a rusty bike

in the cold

night

sliding like a

fish

from alley to alley

He’s going up

the hill again

All he’s got on him

besides

his clothes

and the bike

is a thermos filled with

coffee he got from

the vending machine

at the mall

coffee bought with

money earned

from a day’s work of

standing by the traffic lights

at the intersection,

waiting for them to turn

red

and offering to wash

someone’s windshield

Once on top of the

hill

he leaves the bike at

the base

of the water tower

and climbs the cold

iron ladder

There’s no one to stop him

at this time

He sits down

cross-legged

opens the thermos and pours

the coffee into

the cup part

and sips

Ahead of him

the city sleeps

Only a lone light shines

here and there

in some window

If…

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release of life-giving fluids by Bogdan Dragos

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 father was very patient today after he came back from work patient enough to wait for diner to be over and the table to be cleaned and the bedroom door closed before he started shouting at mother Well, she couldn't just sit back and take it. She shouted right back, louder, and just like that another fight exploded there Fights were always a problem A growing boy can't jerk off to drawings of busty women having great fun with tentacle monsters on the screen of his computer while his parents are fighting in the other room It breaks the immersion, goddammit So he turned off the computer and stood with his pants and underwear about his ankles and jerked off to the fight itself Shit, sometimes it's harder to stop the horniness than it is to stop a war An ungodly accumulation of energy has to be released somehow, else…

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being into bad girls by Bogdan Dragos

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Removing the bloody towel from the top of his head, he looked at the redness gathered amidst the white fluffiness and said, “It started with my mom.” and she completed with, “Obviously,” and added a swift rolling of the eyes “Yeah,” he went on. “She wasn't like other moms. And you know, those were really though times I grew up in. I don't know what other women would've done in her place, but she stole cash from her employer almost daily. Thus she made that hard life so much easier for both of us.” “Aha,” she said. “So basically that's why now as a grownup you're into bad girls, right?” “Basically,” he said, shrugging “Well,” she said, “you might end up disappointed. I don't think I can be as bad as your mom was.” “You fuckin' cracked my head open with a bottle after I approached you in the bar,”…

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Glass Shards in the Bloodstream by Bogdan Dragos

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she still read

random internet articles

from time to time

and it was in

one of them

that she found the good

news

It was below

a post titled

GOD IS LOVE

that she didn’t bother

to read

the one she did bother

to read

explained that small

shards of glass can

enter the body through

wounds

and make their way

through the veins

to the heart

And that kills

you

Finally

a good way to go

Not too messy and not too

pathetic

and, best of all,

not likely to be labeled

as suicide

Perfection

She finished her

drink

and put the phone away

and went into her

room where she locked

herself in

The large hand mirror

lay face down

on the nightstand

She grabbed it

and stretched on the floor

and rolled under

the bed

where she removed her

clothes

and watched herself…

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It helps release stress hormones by Bogdan Dragos

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different creatures will have different ways to cope with grief and stress There was a movie once in which a group of explorers got captured and imprisoned by a tribe of cannibals who were taking them out of the cage, killing and eating them one by one. And there's this scene where one of the prisoners pulls his dick out and starts rubbing it vigorously as the others watch with unspeakable indignation The explanation was simple. It helps release stress hormones Well, if it worked in a situation like that, he thought, then surely it will work as he does it in his room He's not surrounded by cannibals about to kill and eat him No, on the other side of the door is just a crying mother holding an eviction note in her trembling hands, reading it aloud to him through sobs, begging him to understand that it is…

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Find yourself standing back and questioning your whole existence by Bogdan Dragos

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He liked her story

Her body not

that much, but that mattered

so little

in comparison with

her story

She told him that

it was a teenage pregnancy

that pushed her

into prostitution. Definitely

not an uncommon

case.

She had to quit school

because

her parents would

no longer pay for

tuition. They disowned

her and kicked

her out. She gave birth

in a bathroom stall,

her first intention being

to kill the baby

“But, you know,” she’d said,

“it’s true what

they say about

motherly instinct. You get

it the moment you

hold your child in your

hands. All those people who

get on your nerves

urging you to

have kids

because you’ll love them

after you have them

do make sense now. There

is a grain

of truth there. I

couldn’t do it anymore.

I wanted to chop the thing

to pieces small enough

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