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The world is a cold place far beyond winter. The Opiate, Vol. 36 might not be able to console you too much on that front, but it might "warm your bones" in other ways if it stokes the fires of your latently brewing internal rage. That said, why not get to burning up with fiction from Danila Botha, Alex Encomienda, Laurence Klavan, Charles Holdefer, Mike Lee and Max Talley, as well as poetry from John Delaney, Steve Denehan, John Grey, Megan Cartwright, Bridget Kriner, Peter Crowley, Mary Paulson, Antonia Alexandra Klimenko, Ron Kolm, Frankie Laufer, David Barnes, Charles March and Susan Richardson.
Have you got that summertime, summertime sadness? Why not dip your unmanicured toe into the refreshing waters of The Opiate, Vol. 34? It's surely got to be more entertaining and engaging than whatever else you're trying to distract yourself with (e.g., numbing out on some subpar beach read). Turn your attention, instead, to fiction from Danila Botha, Laura Zinn Fromm, Russ Doherty, Linda Ferguson, Evelyn Fletcher Symes, Gina Willner-Pardo, Marco Etheridge and Rich McFarlin. Then, dive into poetry from David Estringel, Dale Champlin, Alessio Zanelli, Ron L. Dowell, Kashiana Singh, Frank Freeman, Ron Kolm and Gerard Sarnat. So what are you waiting for? Get dosed!
Never given her due in the 00s at the peak of the reign of white girl socialites like Paris H., Tate Carmichael demands the spotlight be redirected back to her. And if trying to buy her way into the glow of the flashbulbs didn't do it, then maybe telling the truth about that strange (yet simpler) time called the "aughts" will garner her rightful respek (a word she still uses sometimes thanks to the momentary slip-up of dating Ali G, who turned out, like so many people of the era, not to be a real person). So she presents to you, in this analog thing called a book, her tale of being the original enfant terrible of tabloid and internet gossip...never lauded for her "badness" the way a certain other "actress" posing as a true member of the socialite sistren was (and is).
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