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    fuck

    she pulled her dress off
    over her head
    and I saw the panties
    indented somewhat into the
    crotch.

    it’s only human.
    now we’ve got to do it.
    I’ve got to do it
    after all that bluff.
    it’s like a party—
    two trapped
    idiots.

    under the sheets
    after I have snapped
    off the light
    her panties are still
    on. she expects an
    opening performance.
    I can’t blame her. but
    wonder why she’s here with
    me? where are the other
    guys? how can you be
    lucky? having someone the
    others have abandoned?

    we didn’t have to do it
    yet we had to do it.
    it was something like
    establishing new credibility
    with the income tax
    man. I get the panties
    off. I decide not to tongue her. even then
    I’m thinking about
    after it’s over.

    we’ll sleep together
    tonight
    trying to fit ourselves
    inside the wallpaper.

    I try, fail,
    notice the hair on her
    head
    mostly notice the hair
    on her
    head
    and a glimpse of
    nostrils
    piglike

    I try it again.

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    ~ENIGMA

    SUBMISSIONS FOR THE INNAUGURAL ISSUE ARE NOW CLOSED.

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    "Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky."

    —Alan Moore

    "I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room."

    —Ray Bradbury

    "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."

    —? ? ? ?

    Notice, submission end date, other news:

    Firstly,

    Sorry for lack of updates, life has been hectic for all of us.

    We still need more submissions but we are setting the end of July as our close off for this issue. Between now and then we’ll try to get more people aware of what we’re trying to do with our journal—but again, the best way to show our intentions is with a publication and do we figure we’d better get it out there.

    Thank you to all who have submitted and after the end of July we will let you know if your piece has been selected. If you’ve already heard from us, thanks for your patience.

    Please keep creating and spreading the word.

    Art for art’s sake.

    The best sake.

    We love you.
    ~ENGIMA

    "

    startling! such determination in the
    dull and uninspired
    and the copyists.
    they never lose the fierce gratitude
    for their uneventfulness,
    nor do they forget to laugh
    at the wit of slugs;
    as a study in diluted senses
    they’d make any pharaoh
    cough up his beans;
    in music they prefer the monotony of
    dripping faucets;
    in love and sex they prefer each other
    and therefore compound the
    problem;
    the energy with which they propel their
    uselessness
    (without any self-doubt)
    toward worthless goals
    is as magnificent as
    cow shit.
    they produce novels, children, death,
    freeways, cities, wars, wealth, poverty, politicians
    and total areas of grandiose waste;
    it’s as if the whole world is wrapped in dirty
    bandages.

    it’s best to take walks late at
    night.
    it’s best to do your business only on
    Mondays and
    Tuesdays.

    it’s best to sit in a small room
    with the shades down
    and
    wait.

    the strongest men are the fewest
    and the strongest women die alone
    too.

    "

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