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Oops!… We Did It Again (a Doll)

Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)

Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.

We have done this because said stuff has since been included in one of our published books. We hope you’ll believe us when we say we’re not trying to be stingy. No, this has been done to honour the people who have already spent their hard-earned money on our eBook creations.*

If, however, for some reason you’re unable to buy one of our books, and feel you’ll die without seeing this piece of writing, then please contact us via admin@unbolt.me. We won’t allow our Dear Readers to fade away in the dark. We’ll send you the piece in question, and it will be absolutely free. All you need do is ask.

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by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2014-2018

GUEST POST // Self Eat by Spahr Plops

Normally remedy
But today
decided eating myself
was more interesting

Melty brain
made the chair, air
surreal
Could feel
my body protesting
till weakening

I don’t meditate
though pretty sure
when I ate
from an empty gut
I was
traveling across
mood shifts
and hunger spikes
striking against
my being
curiously punishing

Skipping lunch
carries much
loosely, groovy
goings
throughout waves
without creative aim

Unfortunately
each trippy
relax
(before painful
relapse)
always stemming
from single source
screaming, “Feed me!”

Eventually
succumb
Don’t want to fall
down stairs
Then while ingesting
first thing (an apple)
I begin to feel dumb

Many others starve
due to evil
I experimented
(couple hours or so)
because I found meditation
unable…

by SPAHR PLOPS
© All rights reserved 2014

a Question

To write, or not to write, that is the question…

But not while a hellish Muse keeps a gun
And air in your room is full of tension.
What must be done, that will be done.

To write, to write, to write… and no questions!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

Braille

Sometimes I think that I must live without
My ears.
The slops of words just flow into this downspout.

Sometimes I dream that I must live without
My eyes.
The loathsome things just settle on this hangout.

My nose, mouth… The ineffective stuff.
My fingers would be quite enough
For my escape from this dull jail.
God bless you, monsieur Louis Braille!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

a Happy weirdo

Nothing happens without rhyme or reason.
I don’t believe in the power of fate.
But I believe in the power of fake.

…One beautiful day you can find out that you are a blind and deaf dumbhead. It will be a quite degrading discovery, won’t it? OK! You should grieve about your underestimated and mistreated personality for five or six minutes. Don’t do this longer than six minutes! You must appreciate your time!

After that you can start an uprising. You should become a creep. You should put a happy mask on your face. You should look like a ‘Puttin’ on the Ritz’ man. By the way, if you will start to screw with perverts it will really be useful for your rehab…

Don’t think about the opinion of others and don’t forget the handcuff keys at a party! It is very important! Just do it…

Over time you may notice that you aren’t a creep and that you have a happy face under your happy mask. You can forget your old mask at a party one beautiful day… but don’t forget the handcuff keys!

Congratulations!
Your rehabilitation is over. Now you are just a happy weirdo.
And fuck all the world!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014