Home #Blue Nib Issues Issue 40 | December 2019 | The Fantastic End of America

The Fantastic End of America


  stepping into my old lonesome self one day, I found someone else already there. Not just some one, either, but two or three or four who had found their way into the shape  I usually filled and sat there waiting for me to come along.  One was a silver-haired frat boy in Madras shorts, one a mad-haired priest of despair with eyes like a prophet. One was chubby and bald. One had teeth that gleamed when he grinned, jackal’s teeth. They welcomed me int...


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