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if we consumed our love… by Bogdan Dragos

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This morning as she appeared at the foot of his bed, in the light of the covered window, she sucked at her lips and said, “Ah, to spend one's life ever thinking about the girl one thinks one's not good enough for. Pathetic. I so pity the loser who lives life so. You know why?” In response he sighed and turned around and dragged the blanket over his head he was used to breathing the carbon dioxide from underneath the covers rather than fresh air from above But she would not go away this time. Small hands on sharp hips, she said, “What would you do if you found out that the girl you're so obsessed with... is secretly twice as obsessed with you as you are with her? What would you do, eh? If I told you that she's praying night and day to known and unknown gods, begging…

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there is a middle way, apparently by Bogdan Dragos

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It's late 23:58 not many buildings around and even less people a few trees and bushes and a mostly empty parking lot I walk towards my car when she comes out from behind the yellow dumpster approaching me holding a clinking piggy-bank in her pale outstretched hands “No thanks,” I said and resumed my walking, checking my pockets for the car key “But,” she said, “if you don't take it I won't be able to haunt you tonight.” I stopped Turned around Walked back a few steps to face her again I pulled out a coin and tossed it into the small opening of the piggy-bank There is a middle way, apparently If you have an infinite amount of coin tosses you have a possibility of landing it on neither heads nor tails Eventually, it'll land on its edge and stay so I think it did on that night I'm…

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can’t use the element of surprise by Bogdan Dragos

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the best part about her is that she can never use the element of surprise No, she's always writing with thick carpenter crayons on the walls and details all her plans A STRAND OF HIS HAIR, she writes this evening. AS HE FALLS ASLEEP, I'M GOING TO CLIP A STRAND OF HIS HAIR AND HIDE IT BEHIND MY EYEBALLS. I'LL PUSH IT DEEP He reads the words as he puts on pajamas and goes to bed and pretends to be asleep when his wife comes to cut his hair with the scissors He smiles to himself thinking, or rather knowing for sure, that he'd found true love in life Mental illness is not something to get in the way on the contrary... there is a middle way, apparently It's late 23:58 not many buildings around and even less people a few trees and bushes and a mostly empty parking lot…

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just four walls by Bogdan Dragos

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there is something about
walls
and man's
inborn need
to be surrounded by them

It's those who
grew up
not surrounded by them
that know best

Last night
was
for him
the first night spent
alone between four walls
in a long, long time

and it wasn't even
a jail cell

It was a
rented room in the basement
of a building

Small, narrow, yet big
with emptiness

Just a bed, a wardrobe,
a desk and
a chair

and nothing else was needed
to feel fulfilled
and to dream of
something so warm and wholesome
as a woman
sitting on a pillow
on the floor,
holding a cotton swab in one
hand and inviting with
the other, pointing to
her lap

Heaven

Four walls, man. Only four
walls and a break
from the madness outside
and there you have it

Heaven

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What you get from fucking with a writer by Bogdan Dragos

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Chewers & Masticadores // Editora: Nolcha Fox

A blue-hued man against a red background with two fingers of each hand pointing at the temples of his forehead
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She was one pretty woman,

alright,

but her hands and fingers

and palms were horribly

messed up

“It’s from drinking,” they said,

and she

didn’t deny

It was from drinking

She would drink

distilled drinks only

and preach about the evils

of brewed drinks

while doing it

Then,

somewhere along the way

she would

remember

how her ex lover got rich

from writing and publishing a

book

about their relationship

It was one hell of a funny

story

and she got no

slice of the royalties from it

Not that she wanted any

What she wanted

was to

have that story erased from

the world forever,

and it was incredibly difficult since

everyone was talking about

it these days

So she would

lock herself in the house

and drink

and when she was done

she’d

hurl the bottles against

the walls

and then start collecting

the…

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the writer kept typing by Bogdan Dragos

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the old man wrote about miracles and wrote that it takes a miracle to know a miracle They found him dead over his writings on the day before Christmas and declared that he had been dead for weeks But of course that couldn't have been true His daughter was home but days ago and found him alive He smelled strongly of alcohol and sweat and rotting flesh, but he was moving just like any other living man Hunched over his small desk and typing on the keyboard dead men can't do that “Must've been a miracle then,” said the doctors. “According to the expertise, and the expertise is not wrong, this man has been dead for at least a week and a half.” But of course the doctors were men of science and men of science knew nothing about miracles The writer was alive. Even without a beating heart and…

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To lower one’s self to spending time with real people by Bogdan Dragos

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Chewers & Masticadores // Editora: Nolcha Fox

A blue-eyed woman who has blood dripping from her lips and a finger on her lips
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blazing scars

adorned her slim arms

and her shiny shoulders

and her small, round face

It could only mean

one thing

She had a horrible fight

with her imaginary friends

again

Whenever one of those

events occurred she

had to get away from them

for a while, until things

cooled off again

To get away from

imaginary friends

one had to lower one’s self

to spending time with

real people (Ew!)

It was

terrible

It was

a curse

“But I gotta do it,” she said. “I got

this empty bottle

of vodka

that I don’t remember emptying

and I’m gonna fucking swing it

against a wall

and I’m gonna go to the mall

and stick

the sharp end of it into

the guard’s belly. He’s gonna cry

like the bitch he is

and call for reinforcements

and then they’re gonna take me

to jail again.

I’ll…

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all you can do, dear mind by Bogdan Dragos

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he throws his weak body on the bed and breathes against the mattress and feels around with his hands in the vain hopes that maybe, maybe he'll be able to find another one of her lost hairs No luck Ah, isn't it amazing how much of a hopeless creature a human's mind is in this reality? The mind of man is the ultimate loser in all of existence It literally never wins against the heart Never! If the heart tells you to love the one being who wakes you up in the middle of the night with a vicious bite on the neck and demands that you listen to her story about how her fourth eye opened the last time you fucked and she saw God... The mind can do nothing about it. Oh, mind, you eternal loser Don't you ever get tired of losing? Even now as she is…

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And the blind guitarist will play on by Bogdan Dragos

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Chewers & Masticadores // Editora: Nolcha Fox

A man wearing a hat and sunglasses with a goatee and playing a guitar
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for hours and hours

he lies

down

but doesn’t sleep

“Can’t sleep when your

eyes aren’t

tired,” he says

but his eyes are

beyond tiredness. They’re dead.

Been fished out

quite expertly

a long time ago by a

very unfortunate, very unhappy

mother who couldn’t stand

looking into them

“Bitch should’ve gouged

her own then,” he says

these days, laughing and

making jokes about it

Not a lot of

people

find them funny though

but that’s all right

he’s not some standup comedian

No, he sits down

on the park bench

and plays the guitar

from noon to morning

for eager audiences of

dead children

who look up to him as a hero

Sometimes

real people

even throw coins at him

sometimes

even food

And all his songs

are about

cheering

and loving life

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

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to outcrazy the crazies by Bogdan Dragos

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She ordered drinks, but would take them in plastic cups so she could enjoy them outside the bar on the steps “She thinks she's too good for us,” said the other girls. “Doesn't wanna drink with losers.” “She's just crazy,” said another girl. “Leave her be.” “That's her art and the thing she's best at,” said another girl. “This girl, oh, she can out-crazy all the crazies. I like her. Love her. It wasn't that long ago when she was approached outside in the darkness by some thug-looking dude who invited her into the back alley and she agreed. But, she removed her clothes right there on the steps. An' pulled a goddamned switchblade from between her legs. Told the guy that she doesn't take money. Tongue, ear, eye, or finger, she told him. Asked, which would you like me to carve out and tuck neatly in my lady pocket…

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