GRSTALT Comms

yet more nephew magic

The Miracle Shooter – GRSTALT Comms - ExPat Press I used to have the clearest eyes and the steadiest hands. A sharpshooter to admire. Commendations from the theatre. Small ceremonial boxes faded and filling with dust. Now there’s a small celebration ...

We created something and we'd like your approval:

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tepid water crashing through paper-thin walls of mind palaces

reaching into the deadest parts of the internet to retrieve surplus bile

just rich kids fuckin around

PROMIS/TIA/Palantir/Pegasus/PRISM

pick a number that comforts you

don't worry, you're in paradise

feigning illiteracy to feel wanted

we have to let the rich keep their money so they can build monstrous tributes to the human spirit

your consciousness trapped forever in the cloud with history's most tiresome dullards

maybe it was the desire to be amused that got us here

nobody who owns anything seems happy

imagine making money from creating things

Look, if we don't hail the Dawning of the All-Devouring Squid, China will.

gross
repudiation
of reality

PLEASE KEEP WRITING & SUBMITTING!

maximizing space
in an enhanced leisure setting
direct from our best black sites

learning to speak
the universal language
of verbal abuse -
fuck off together

we have the fire
& surplus gasoline

i forgot i wasn’t there — Blood+Honey by GRSTALT Comms “The building went up fast. It came over the top of the fence. Everyone tried to pretend it wasn’t there. It was a big black box with no windows, guarded by men with guns wearing re...

We tried to punch up someone else's manifesto, and this is how it turned out:

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i forgot i wasn’t there — Blood+Honey by GRSTALT Comms “The building went up fast. It came over the top of the fence. Everyone tried to pretend it wasn’t there. It was a big black box with no windows, guarded by men with guns wearing re...

Short story "I Forgot I Wasn't There" by GRSTALT Comms @grstaltcomms.bsky.social

“The building went up fast...Everyone tried to pretend it wasn’t there. It was a big black box with no windows, guarded by men with guns wearing red vests.”

www.bloodhoneylit.com/fiction/i-fo...

job creator heaven — Blood+Honey by GRSTALT Comms “the individual is free to decompose however they see fit the word has been compromised to a permanent end beaten to a pulp by the new literary outlaws…”

Look what's happened now to us:

www.bloodhoneylit.com/poetry/job-c...

job creator heaven — Blood+Honey by GRSTALT Comms “the individual is free to decompose however they see fit the word has been compromised to a permanent end beaten to a pulp by the new literary outlaws…”

Poem "Job Creator Heaven" by GRSTALT Comms
@grstaltcomms.bsky.social

"the individual is free to decompose however they see fit / the word has been compromised to a permanent end /beaten to a pulp by the new literary outlaws..."

www.bloodhoneylit.com/poetry/job-c...

the gift of love — Blood+Honey by GRSTALT Comms “The bag lies next to me in my bed. I’ve never slept so well. I see its smile in my dreams.”

Take a moment to indulge someone's worst impulses:

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the gift of love — Blood+Honey by GRSTALT Comms “The bag lies next to me in my bed. I’ve never slept so well. I see its smile in my dreams.”

Short story "The Gift of Love" by GRSTALT Comms @grstaltcomms.bsky.social!

“The bag lies next to me in my bed. I’ve never slept so well. I see its smile in my dreams.”

www.bloodhoneylit.com/fiction/the-...

shiver a beauty — Blood+Honey by GRSTALT Comms “He never lets me fuck him – he always tells me ‘Next time’ – and that’s what keeps me coming back, the promise.”

The past sails majestically over the present
and releases its payload.

www.bloodhoneylit.com/fiction/shiv...

shiver a beauty — Blood+Honey by GRSTALT Comms “He never lets me fuck him – he always tells me ‘Next time’ – and that’s what keeps me coming back, the promise.”

Fiction "Shiver a Beauty" by GRSTALT Comms @grstaltcomms.bsky.social!

“He never lets me fuck him – he always tells me ‘Next time’ – and that’s what keeps me coming back, the promise.”

www.bloodhoneylit.com/fiction/shiv...

Honored to have been shortlisted for the Barry Pepper Prize for Putrid Fiction ❤️