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by Addreine Rich


pussy for lunch



This is a found poem sent in by an anonymous HDMLJer.  He writes, "I found a lyric poem on the back of an anal bead.  The author's signature read Addreine Rich.  I broke into Rich's ceramics studio to compare handwriting and ensure that it was THE Addreine Rich.  It was."


Addreine Rich is a lesbo who's past away.

Across the Sea

by Aristotle Potottle
 
There was always a ghost in your taint. I saw him leering. His eyes bulged from the precipice of lightning and his sheets were twin zambonis. How could we have known the truth? Our sailors were too bright at sea, the KY not really even good enough. When we tried Astroglide our tears fell off, fed his ghostly visage. I fear he will poke a hole in the condom and make a ghost baby come out of you. GODDAMN THIS WORLD! GODDAMN MY HORRIBLE FIGURINES!



Aristotle Pottotle is made out of clay. He lives in San Francisco behind a man playing a flamenco guitar on Mission Street. He thinks you knew that already, though.

Really Tall Italian Man

by King Crab

Ok, yes
I guess
You could say
I'm in love
With a really tall
Italian Man

King Crab is O BABY O BABY O BAB?Y HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT.

EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD

by Muscular Pizza

EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD IS GOING TO THE PARTY EXCEPT FOR YOU EXCEPT FOR YOU OPRAH WILL BE THERE JESUS WILL BE THERE BILL CLINTON WILL BE THERE RUSH LIMBAUGH WILL BE THERE YOUR EX GIRLFRIEND WILL BE THERE YOUR MOM WILL BE THERE BRUCE WILLIS WILL BE THERE BUT YOU WILL NOT BE THERE EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD IS DANCING AT THE PARTY EXCEPT FOR YOU EXCEPT FOR YOU OBAMA IS DANCING THE OLSON TWINS ARE DANCING YOUR THERAPIST IS DANCING YOUR EX WIFE IS DANCING YOUR DREAM DATE IS DANCING MILEY CYRUS IS DANCING THE POPE IS DANCING THE GOVERNOR IS DANCING EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD IS FUCKING AT THE PARTY EXCEPT FOR YOU EXCEPT FOR YOU YOUR BEST FRIEND IS FUCKING YOUR THESIS ADVISOR IS FUCKING THAT PIZZA PLACE GUY IS FUCKING RYAN GOSLING IS FUCKING YOUR FRENEMY IS FUCKING MIKE TYSON IS FUCKING BUT YOU ARE NOT THERE OH NO YOU ARE NOT THERE YOU ARE NOT THERE


Muscular Pizza lives in Morris, Illinois, where he works at a Little Caesars that doesn't exist anymore. His hobbies include figure making, rat trapping, long walks along the nuclear power plant, and jerkin it. 

by Armitage Shanks by Armitage Shanks by Armitage Shanks by Armitage Shanks

Because it made me think of mortality, firstly

It was very damien hirst-y

but basically just made me thirsty

that skull with the debeers

just made me want beer

But with beer googles the tank shark might look like Kirstie

(Alley)



[Armitage Shanks is a dirty ceramic bathroom sink and a cozy hot water bottle]

IAMPETERBD

by Feanz




feanz is what feanz eats and feanz ate a very nice young bachelor for breakfast this morning.

Stephen Tully Jerk

by Vegetarian Trudy


once upon a time everything was legit
i was rising on the alt lit scene
everything was cool as hell
stephen tully dierks used to reblog
everything i ever wrote or drew
on popserial
he also used to reblog
gabbygabby's shit too
because her stuff is good
but now
things are different
seems like 'AWP' went to STD's head
seems like 'popserial' is 'too exclusive'
seems like only 10 ppl get published there
and that's it
STD once told me on gmail chat
'i can't reblog you anymore'
'i'm getting a lot of flack for it'
#seemsbleak STD
seems like popserial is 'shitty now'
seems like issue 3 should be the 'last'
popserial has become
poopserial
legit



Vegetarian Trudy is pissed.

I AM PETERBD CONTEST

in honor of peterbd's echapbook IAM, we are holding a contest.
write about what PeterBD means to you. spill your heart. is he just another pretty face? does he make you feel alive? are you scared? submissions will be accepted until may 1st and winners will be selected by an incredible panel of altlit superstars.

submissions must be posted as a comment to an HTMLgiant article and then screencapped and emailed to dogeatsmom69@gmail.com

winner will receive hardcover editions of three jonathan franzen novels and an etrophy made of tiny pictures of steve roggenbuck's face.

yrs,
editorial staff