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Much like the jazz music it took as its inspiration, the original Cowboy Bebop wove together several genres – noir, westerns, space opera – into an effortlessly cool whole. There’s a certain looseness to it, with a few tentpole episodes that delve into Spike’s, Jet’s and Faye’s tragic pasts, but the remainder are much more…

Think of your favorite work of fiction. Describe it in one word. What is it? Romantic? Dark? Mysterious? Thrilling? Psychedelic? Sexy? Hilarious? Bittersweet? How about safe? When you think of your favorite work of fiction, a work of fiction that changed you, a work of fiction that will stay with you until you die, the…

Dearest ___, Time is an illusion imposed by the single-minded husk, beyond which you are everyone and everything and everywhere, all at once.  You are a Marxist roaming a continent, a rebel breaking out of an island, and a Loyalist trapped on a tiny little rock, iridescent, a pearl’s semblance. Though impoverished as children denied…

…and my penis is growing out of the back of my throat, and it’s choking me, and Sarah says, “I mean, of course I wouldn’t be comfortable if I had a penis growing out of my mouth, but it’s the body you were born with, you should be used to it,” and Mack nods and…

The only thing that kept me from gnawing Ellie’s face off some days was that sharp taste she had. Her blood was like Windex sprayed over rust, and I could only imagine it’d be like barbed wire in her flesh. Sometimes when she picked at her scabs I’d be vacuuming up the smell days later….

I use Hac this time. They name themselves Sev, Jen, Timor. The chloropin in our shots smells like bleach and tastes like the swelling bag of a breached lithium battery. I blink once and we’re at a spouthouse three floors up and through a maze of concrete hallways, sucking paste through nozzles. Tastes like glutamate….