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Excerpt: Hot Wife Lyssa’s Confessions #5: Past Life

Past Life

Excerpt from Me Under Glass, Hot Wife Lyssa’s Confessions series #5

 

I am Wun-Kalla. I only remember being Lyssa a little bit. The world around me is much more real than those vague ideas and misty memories of modernity.

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The Smutpunk Manifesto

The Smutpunk Manifesto

All of these are true except for those which are lies. This is a work in progress.

Smutpunk is the pornography of abstinence, the literature of the gutter, Bukowski doing Shakespeare doing Stan Lee as interpreted by drunken housewives and frustrated IT workers and the furious masses.

#smutpunk is the sex pistols on acid doing Shakespeare in the park (MacBeth)
#smutpunk is what happened to gonzo after the deaths of truth and free love
#smutpunk is the cock-like thing up your ass while alien dildos gag you
#smutpunk is having DNA in an RNA world
#smutpunk is the soundtrack to a non-puritanical future
#smutpunk is get off your ass and jam
#smutpunk is when the gang cranks iron maiden to kick it up a notch. You ask is that dirty, clean, or evil
#smutpunk is what happens when Insanity falls in love, gets horny
#smutpunk is neither punk nor smut
#smutpunk is the archetype of both punk and smut
#smutpunk is the only reality there really is
#smutpunk is an intentionally false zen koan
#smutpunk brings confusion via enlightenment
#smutpunk is an asexual hermaphrodite with kitty slippers and an axe
#smutpunk is the bastard child of Hamlet and Urotsukidoji
#smutpunk is the people fucking in the alternate universe inside Sammy Davis Jr’s glass eye

#smutpunk is being pursued by the fucking Yeti all over the world for your milk

 

 

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How I Deal With Writers Block

How I Deal With Writer’s Block

You couldn’t possibly have already read my afterword in the new Lyssa (#4), but if you have—I mean, when you DO, because of course you all gobble up every word I give you—you would know that I read quite a few books by Piers Anthony when I was a teenager. And yes, cynics and critics, I know he has a reputation as kind of a…let’s just say possibly a hint of the dirty old man and a kind of, shall we say, overproducing writer (but I still like the ones I like!)—and that this probably explains a lot about how I’m still kind of stuck in late 80’s/early 90’s teenage level sexuality. Regardless, the biggest thing I learned from him was a method for dealing with writer’s block.

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Grammar 2: Your/You’re, Which/That, There/their/they’re

You can’t tell, but she just read a ‘your’ which should’ve been ‘you’re’ and she wants to stab you in the ear with a knitting needle.

Grammar Post #2

(the first was about commas)

There are so many of these kind of posts out there that it’s shameful, but every fucking day I see people doing it wrong. I read it in submissions from people who should know better (at my “day job,” not with my Callie Press friends—they don’t even write the things, either I do or we do it together). But listen, it’s simple. I hope to explain these in the simplest way ever so it sticks. Ready? Read:

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Fuck That Made Me Hot

The sentence is ‘Fuck, that made me hot.’ Of course it got grammar flagged.

When will Word know better? But it’s a good lesson in how commas can change meaning!

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