APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL

a journal of edgy extrapolations, fringe fascinations, occult obsessions, risky ruminations, and aberrant associations.

“GROUNDING”

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There is a pile of avocados. They arenot hand grenades. Those watermelonsare striped, not wired. The inflatablefootball field, atop the frozen food isle,is ineffective cover. The grocer stockingthe bananas looks as annoyedas I am, there is barely a speck of yellow in a field of phallic green. The handle forthe cart is moist. I hope “GROUNDING”

GOD IS WEARING BLACK

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Last time I saw Miles was just before he went to prison for tryna kill his stepdad. I wasn’t there when it went down and by the time the story floated my way, it’s like–take it with a grain of salt, right? Except everybody knows Miles is crazy, so when I was told he burned GOD IS WEARING BLACK

FEAR AND COMMON SENSE

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He paid for his fried rice and spring rolls with a twenty, tipped a dollar, went back to his motel room. The key card reader flashed green, beeped. Guvinda stepped in and snapped the deadbolt home. With the light off he parted the curtain half an inch and peeked out the window. Nothing.  “Dead town,” FEAR AND COMMON SENSE

DUMBER THAN BOMBS

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Think of the most humiliating moment of your life. It can be anything. A Primary school beating. Maybe the first time you really pissed away all your potential. Did you lose the scholarship? Fumble the ball? Shred your gullet out with liters of glorified engine grease with the boys at yet another boarding school where DUMBER THAN BOMBS

CONFLICT ’22/PEACE ’22

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welcome to the shit future Conflict ’22 Peace ’22 — EmptyCollective is a fully mobilized paramilitary group lead by a mysterious figure only known to us as “The Warlord Of Love.” Combat trophies available at LuxurySpasm, full manual of arms available at empty4.neocities.org & @emptycollective.

COLLAGES OF WAR

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Red Cloud Goddess of War Superhero Stripped Naked Stranger Than Paradise Good to Be King — Howie Good’s handmade collages have appeared or are forthcoming in Blue as Orange, Scapegoat, and other online publications. 

“BREATHE (PANIC LEXICON)”

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illegal invasion is acceleratingprogress in inchessurrender to basecontainment illegal invasion violated yankee menbackman freeman johnson julietxeno idiot invasion authorize military activityauthorize military activity immediatelyauthorize military activity before one hundred fifty thousand dieadios illegal invalid invasion is hostilekill illegal soldier menexterminate extreme men announcementexpect atomic activityexpect anomalous biological activityexpect complex alien activity in the corridoropen corridor “BREATHE (PANIC LEXICON)”

BÉLA KISS GOES TO WAR

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Spyglass against the locomotive’s fenestella: a soldier’s backend leaks chestnut puree, another with a boot on his back, using a pocketknife to saw the head clean off, chin rankling to the beat, eyes subtracted, shook into urination, matted turkey-feather scalp. The standing soldier mutters a series of numbers. The cock, done with him in throes, BÉLA KISS GOES TO WAR

THE AFRICA SHIFT

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MaprExe the targeting software familiar is in a relationship with a topographical map of Mali. She knows every watering hole and desert and questions the map like a curious girlfriend each morning at 7:00 a.m. Greenwich time. The trigger finger is a woman named Genna stationed at a military base in Monterey CA who is THE AFRICA SHIFT

THE ADVENTURES OF THE SILVER CROSS

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Patrick Midnight, the new but highly secret chargé d’affaires of the Coolidge administration, arrived in Mexico City on a swelteringly hot summer’s day. Although the city went about its business in its usual manner, Midnight could not help but detect the aura of menace. The rebellion of the faithful was already a year old, and THE ADVENTURES OF THE SILVER CROSS