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Poem of the Week
in front of my car
frightened and pale
like a ghost
or a cat I thought
of hiss and fur
the space between dead and not
a tiny heart pounding on
a quiet roadside
I thought about it
later at home peering out
the kitchen window
wondering between drags why
it bothers leaving the house
Story of the Week
Deep in space, within the lab onboard the alien starship, a medical monitor showed M'rak the growth and rebuilding of the skin, muscles, and DNA structure. He typed a command into his computer and the monitor turned upwards and projected the screen into a hologram, allowing M'rak to get a closer look at his experiment. It took him years to perfect the serum but this time he hoped he cracked the code in regenerating matter from nothing but bones. He had promised his superiors that if he could create the serum for medical reasons, it would benefit their society.
As the serum seeped into the rest of the bare bones of the small skeleton that lay sprawled out in the container, the holographic images showed the old, worn out, fractured and yellowish-brown bones mend, heal and sprout veins from the inside out. Muscles began to form and overlap around the bones. Organs filled in the ribcage, with the stomach and intestines forming and filling in the abdomen. A layer of thin muscles sealed the organs in and it developed pale and slippery skin which covered its underside. Finally the small creature began to take shape and twitch. Spongy green skin spread and covered the exposed bones and muscles. Glossy brownish-black eyes formed in its sockets. The creature began to move and breathe with its newly formed lungs. Then it suddenly jolted and squirmed around in the container.
Graphic of the Week
I ONCE HAD A FRIEND NAMED NOAH. He killed himself years ago.
We were drinking and drug buddies. He was more into grunge and classic rock and I was into punk but our common ground was getting shitfaced on whatever we could get our hands on, which usually was a consistent amount of Kessler blended whiskey, Natural Ice, low-shelf vodka, prescription drugs and strong over-the-counter cold medicine such as Coricidin. Whatever we could get our hands on, we swallowed.
We were underage but had a few connections with the local Van Nuys liquor stores and knew many older friends that were always willing to readily contribute to the delinquency of minors. But Noah preferred the harder shit on a more steady basis. We all did hard drugs: coke, speed, crack here and there—although I can’t say with pure surety that heroin wasn’t involved.
Out of all the drugs, acid and mushrooms were mainstays. I was going to Los Angeles Valley College then, or at least trying to anyway, somehow making it to class in the mornings. This would be in between our all-night drinking and drugging binges, rolling out of bed—usually a stranger’s bed or motel room floor—with my spiked-up-hair still solidly defiant, un-showered and stinking with all the toxic shit from just hours earlier seeping out from my pores like tiny reverse sewer holes.