Blowtorch Pastoral
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Delirious as a blowtorch and begotten in the luminosity of forever love, you’ve discovered the infamous out-of-orbit literary journal you need to know about. Strap in for unconventional storytelling with an unpredictable edge. This is the home of coffeehouse cuckoo clock fiction, revealing personal essays, bitter social assessments, subversive hymns, underwater obscenities, uplifting bad news, veiled confessions, hints of the erotic… And maybe even some dicey advice. Welcome.
I'd like to take this opportunity to announce the creation of a new website I have. Blowtorch Pastoral is a...
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