November 2010
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Meditations Of A Piss Artist
MEDITATIONS OF A PISS ARTIST
by Menchu Aquino Sarmiento
JOJO was idly tracing arcs and swirls on the rooftop of the Faculty Center. He was alone and his urine fizzled slightly on the pleasantly warm concrete with the hiss of rain. As in the unforeseen workings of mimetic magic, there did then arise from the heat-swollen earth, the vapors of a slight precipitation to come. Jojo felt...