ARTICLES BY shanejc
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USS ANUS.

Shane Jesse Christmass

06.14.17

“A bath towel over filthy corpses. The air-conditioned sleep of useless animals. Vocal cords as sponges. A bus driver asleep in the warehouse. A telephone rings.” New short fiction by Shane Jesse Christmass.

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Dumb Fuck

Shane Jesse Christmass

03.15.17

“Clouds of dust and fireworks. Tanks in Times Square fishtail sideways. Soldiers stomp heads. Coffee shop for lease. Retail shop for lease.” New work by Shane Jesse Christmass.

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CORNEA.

Shane Jesse Christmass

01.07.15

“Light on a petrified substance. Nowhere. Nothing yet you cling to this nothing. You don’t exist. Nostrils opening. A particular liquid injected. Locusts. Lobsters. They wheel you in. A diagnosis, a substance induced state.”