Goddamn coronavirus you piece of shit. I love you.

You’ve made nothing with access to everything. You’ve conquered nothing.

As COVID quarantine nears 4 months, we are all a little cooped up and trying new hobbies like baking sourdough and gardening… and strangulation.

Issue 13 | The Conspiracy Issue Issue 13 has a little bit for everyone. Whether you are dubious by nature or believe everything in your Facebook feed. We discussed among other things:

Well, folks, it’s that time of the night again, your roommates have all gone to bed and you’re left alone with nothing but your phone, your drunken thoughts, and that crushing sense of regret and shame.

Art by Allen Forrest

The recent rise in thought and self-awareness teaches us something very important. We are all a bunch of smug privileged pricks.

Why pretend? Because that person is under the impression that liking these things will make them somehow more likeable themselves.

Room for Rent: Spacious Subterranean Dungeon. Ideal for teen runaways, drifters and those with limited identification.

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GALLOWS Gentle reader. Tonight we have a special treat: a Q&A with the man called the Bard of Avon.

Several months ago, a friend recommended eating Vegans as a sixty-day challenge. I accepted the challenge and it has changed how I’ll eat for the rest of my life.