We are your children. We are you. We are your parents. We are your fuckedd disfunctional family spewed across the whites of these pages, across the neighborhoods of your cities.

Egregious Egocentric Ejaculations

Tue, 08/01/1995 - 12:00am — Jason Cox

Why does someone do this? Why go to all this work, gather all of these writings, do all this typing, copying, folding, running all over the city, begging people to let me set several copies of the VOiCE in their store, begging writers to let me put some of their most personal thoughts and feelings out on public display for the masses (that would be you) to ridicule, destroy, use as spitball ammo, or to wipe off certain parts of your anatomy (sharing alert).

my Feathers

Tue, 08/01/1995 - 12:00am — Jason Cox

Blankets of gravity cover my shoulders
remembered rain of last nights games
still strike my flinching skin
keeping my nerves on edge just enough
that your voice strikes this horrible note

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