Marriage Proclamation Alpha Chihuahua

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Captain Kyle Branson leaned into the cab, swagger thick as the heat—right up until Dana stepped out of the booth and asked, ‘Honey, do you love me?’ His whole posture collapsed before the women even put Muteki back in gear.Continue Reading

CA - NV border

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Inger and Tala roll west on I-80 in the beastly Muteki, AM880 streaming Howard Stern’s chaotic hype for ‘Ridin” as snow dusts the Nevada flats. The road to Kage no Hana casino—and the Tahoe border guarded by Primaris Solenne Vexton Ulyth’s loyalists—tests them with cold starts, diner awkwardness, and the looming shadow of a boy who won’t take ‘no.’ Fuel up, crank the volume, and brace for whatever the Sierra throws next.Continue Reading

Down with Flair Flat Chested

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Flat-chested women and trans folks were supposed to make the world go round—am I right? Turns out, not so much. Flattening the economy created new kings; flattening gender is getting the same rejection from the young.Continue Reading

I am an anarchist

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Same ancient confession, different costumes:
“I lack self-control, so the world must change—not me.”From Karens bunching their Karen Neuburger microfiber briefs over a “Freedom” T-shirt, to zealots obsessing over a woman’s eyes through a niqab slit, to progressives demanding censorship because words hurt—we keep dodging the one job that’s always been ours: grow up.Continue Reading

It Was Just Luck On the Road

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You and I just dial 911 and get help. In 2125 it’s not so easy. Inger needs a cop, a specific cop for a boy problem.Continue Reading

Existential Pragomatic

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Winter sucks. Cold, dark, broke vibes. Existential dystopia feels like the new normal.
But solstice is coming. The light starts returning the very next day—even if you can’t feel it yet. Spring always wins. Hold on. The turn is real, even when it feels like bullshit.Continue Reading

Rubber Chicken

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The brig in Norfolk smelled like bleach, rust, and broken dreams. Damian sat on the lower bunk in his orange jumpsuit, squeezing a squeaky rubber chicken in each fist like they were nunchaku.“That bottle blonde with the toy sword thinks she’s hot shit,” he told the other detainees, who were already trying not to laugh. “Brown belt my ass. What that bitch needs is some sausage and a good spanking. Knock her up. I’m gonna claim her with these sexy rubber chickens.Continue Reading