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PARAPHILIA VII 1 CONTENTS Front & back cover art ‘Cities Of The Red ‘Mary Magdalena MacKenzie’ by Claudia Night’ by John Coulthart Bellocq, Photos by Zeynep Ayguler ‘Vowed’ art by Dolorosa p3 p162 ‘Hocking Gobs Of Phlegm’ by Jim Lopez ‘Kali Ma’ Photos by Sue Fox p166 p4 ‘Eat My Face by James Miller p167 ‘Just A Lonely Boy’ by Andrew Maben p12 ‘Common Pleas’ by David Gionfriddo p183 ‘Time And The Need To Fill It’ by Kenneth ‘Crazy Train To Hell’ by Walter Alter p204 Rains Shiffrin p25 ‘Meat Sack Maudit’ by Ron Garmon p207 ‘Juicy Fruit’ by Salena Godden, photos by Lisa Contributors’ Links p211 Wormsley p26 Artwork by F X Tobin p34, 69, 114, 135, 182 Edited and Designed By ‘Cold In The Sun’ by Gary J. 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We cannot pay for contributions to this p122 publication. However, please see our ‘Death Wish Chameleon VII’ by Cricket website for details of our other Corleone, Photos by Richard A. Meade publishing ventures. p123 ‘The Toddler Gang’ by John Barrymore p133 Any opinions or beliefs – religious, ‘Eight Mile pt 5: Pole Cat + Pit Kill’ by Gene political or moral – expressed anywhere Gregorits p136 in this publication are not necessarily ‘These Things Only Dogs Hear’ by Craig those of the editors. We take no Woods Guttersaint , photo by p142 responsibility for anything we have ‘The Grapeshot Buffet’ by Hank Kirton p154 published in the interest of the freedom ‘Alagar Pensis’ by Rick Grimes p159 of speech and expression. 2 3 THE LAST DREGS OF POVERTY: HOCKING GOBS OF PHLEGM By Jim Lopez book titled, “The Adventures In The Unleashing of Conventional Modes of Perception & Behavior,” only he had no intention of ever putting pen to paper or fingers to keyboards. No, Mikey was the living pages of the title of his book, and it all started with a commercial and a bowl of cereal called LIFE that he was manipulated into peddling onto the rest of the world. When Mikey was old enough to develop some awareness of With a Queen of Heart embedded himself he discovered that his life up a symbolic sleeve of the began with him being the cute poorly written pages of thematic and cuddly kid who hated arts, uttered in the black hills of everything and wouldn’t try controversial words, echoing the anything, yet he had to drink need for a home and spiritual endless amounts of milk and eyes, Mikey lost his way and shovel corn crisp day in and day walked the streets of Hollywood. out, while sub-mental kids He spat in the milk of growing spurred him on, saying, “Let’s get children and pulled his pud in Mikey to try it, he hates front of nursing mothers, who sat everything,” after which they out front of Starbucks sipping cheered, “He likes it! He likes it!” organic soy lattes. But Mikey didn’t hate everything he just hated everyone; Mikey had one ambition and one nevertheless, he tried just about ambition only, he was writing a 4 everything and now he had tires of low-riding gang-bangers, matured into a cynical punched business men in the masturbator and a phlegmatic. face, ripped the underwear off of college students by giving them a As a child Mikey was forced to rough wedgy, rebuked drug drink so much milk that he dealers and pimps while being a embodied a never ending factory drug user and a whore monger of phlegm, and he hated milk, as himself. Mikey blew his nose on well as LIFE cereal, neither of the pages of Walt Whitman’s which were delicious nor Leaves of Grass, he reviled nutritious. He was constantly Woodie Guthrie, Bob Dylan, The hocking loogies. And when he Beatles and anyone who could felt the urge, which was more capture the spirit of humanity in often than not, it was no big deal song, he did all of this and for him to whip out his wang and infinitely more. But what he did blast a wad of jizz on some most was hock gobs of phlegm unsuspecting passerby or on and chronically masturbated. some mannequin displayed out in front of the GAP, J. Crew, Ann The first time I met Mikey I was Taylor or any other business having a bite to eat and a drink at establishment. I mean, he just the Pig and Whistle off of gooed his spooge anywhere and Hollywood Boulevard between anytime. Las Palmas and Highland. Mikey walked right up to my table, Mikey refused to accept the line dropped his shorts, took a big that was drawn between the shit directly on my mushroom public and private sphere. He burger and spit in my beer. And urinated on dogs and in lady’s it served me right for eating in purses (actually he pissed on the fucking stink-hole of a place. whoever and whatever). He shit in mailboxes and on ATM Now some tough guy might machines, wiped his ass with challenge me, asking, “Why cats, farted in the mouths of didn’t you stop the fucker or kick decrepit old people, knocked his ass?” cripples down and out of his Well, I’d like to see someone not way, insulted and mocked the look stupidly surprised and mentally challenged, slashed the 5 shocked when some unsuspected walker-crib and wiped his ass freak flops a load on your food with the newly-budding baby while you’re reading the Hollywood Boulevard went up in newspaper and enjoying a arms. Mikey argued in court that cigarette in between bites and it was Hollywood herself that drinks. There was no time. It supported, even encouraged, his was like, “What the fuck, there’s obscene behavior. According to a turd on my burger and a loogie the tabloids Little Mikey killed in my beer.” I mean Mikey was himself by ingesting too many the Pig and he went whistling Pop-Rocks while downing mass down the street after he pulled quantities of RC-Cola. “I’m not some bald guy’s wig off his head even here. I don’t exist. You and wiped his ass with it after he killed me, judge,” he told the shit on my mushroom burger. Honorable Magistrate. And as The sheer nerve and the stupid and as asinine of an audacious spirit of the guy was argument as it was, the fact of the awe inspiring. He left a stench matter remained, in a city like that lingered the distance Hollywood, Mikey was, for all between La Brea and Vine. It intents and purposes, dead: the made no difference what he little boy that America grew up wiped his ass with as long as it with and ate breakfast with was remained wiped. That was his indeed dead. And the only way only concern, and he didn’t lose Mikey could affirm his existence any brain cells trying to succumb was to use a runt’s face to wipe to conventional or acceptable his ass because Mikey had grown forms of material, like toilet tired of people trying to convince paper, when it came to wiping him that he was no longer among his ass. He was a strict the living. Hollywood even utilitarian. produced a watered down version of the adult Mikey Mother’s crossed busy (played by Michael J. Fox), boulevards and avenues to avoid depicted as a well-mannered walking on the same side of the slob, who stumbles into street as him. When the news got becoming a foster parent. Mikey out that Mikey grabbed a also argued that it was the press swaddled infant out of her and concerned parents who 6 initiated the rumor of his death. his ankle, shouting, “MASSER, Someone with a lot of money why you always trying to keep wished to wipe out Pop-Rocks’ the black man down?” profits, labeling them as The press never got a whiff of dangerous when enhanced by Isaac’s performance. But if you RC-Cola, as this person wished to were there, you were among protect the pill-popping, speed- God’s true stars of Hollywood. freak industry, which lived up in The judged dismissed the case the Hills. the moment Isaac came through Mikey’s trial was the headliner to the doors. He didn’t even require a bill that included Isaac’s fight him to pay the petty ten dollar with the City of Los Angeles. charge for simply being granted Issac was a black Jewish the privilege to stand and be cabbalist, and could judge by an Honorable numerologically pinpoint who a Magistrate. person was and what a person Isaac had been booked, charged would become.