
AN INTERNATIONAL NETWORK OF SHITHEADS: An Interview with Kyle Seibel
Kyle experimented with ChatGPT once: “What are twenty-five short story ideas?” The answers it puked out were uniformly terrible, except for one.

Kyle experimented with ChatGPT once: “What are twenty-five short story ideas?” The answers it puked out were uniformly terrible, except for one.

The parrot needed quietude and a sense of security in order to come down. My neighbors must’ve pegged me as mad.

Oh, the bear came with the house, I lied. The Lord hates a lying tongue, the pastor said.

I knew I was going to love it when the head started to vomit guns. The tone felt like a Monty Python film. Is that a common comparison?

“It’s not that it disappears,” he said. “It’s just deep. It’s like a cliff. It goes all the way down. But it’s something new, Rico.”

Rolling down the window, I decipher through the breeze, Listen, I think we need to stop this. Hours ago, you had my breasts in your hands. OK, whatever, it’s fine, I said.

People—and I mean even absolute strangers—they’ll just talk and talk and talk and they expect you to listen to their whole life story. Have you ever experienced this? Do you know what I mean?

At my most pessimistic I’ve worried that this collection is akin to charging people to watch me at the gym; when I’m more optimistic, it feels like I’m just flexing in different genres.

The thing about being in a sex shop is that you’re trying to signal with your body language *I feel cool and normal about sex.*

nevertheless i have grown tired of it already, as anyone in my situation would. anyway, i am stuck. hand looks bad.