"Like the couch is a combination of chair and chair, Spacefish are the harmonious whispers of terrestrial life and alien aspiration." —Ugman Wallaby, 1936
"It's simple," he says. "Yes, just like that."
He brings his arms around me, holding me like a soft bear. We use a knife to cut peppers into thin slices.
"See, it's easy," he whispers to my ear. Shivers run my spine. It's tingling. The knife is now inside me. I am bleeding heavily. The peppers are ruined. I am dead.
"I am Ed."
—by ED TANGERINE
"Black Cabbage is a fruit and only that. It speaks to us when it feels like it." —Translated from Latin in The Augmented Offspring of Tibet, 1772