LEAKED SHORT STORY BY WALTER MACKEY - I WAS BORN INSIDE OF A TOASTER

  It was a really cold morning. It was sometime around November. Or maybe it was in
January—nobody really remembers the specific date or time. A person woke up and the
person felt very hungry. A person decided to go into the washroom and wash their face and
hands. Another person came into the washroom and decided to wash their face and hands.
Both of the people looked in the mirror at their reflections and frowned. One person frowned
more than the other person. One person went to the bathtub and turned on the water.
Another person left the bathroom. The person filled up the bathtub and got inside the
bathtub. The person washed their body parts. The person scrubbed there, under there, over
there, and inside there. The other person was busy in their bedroom trying to find an outfit to
wear. The other person showered before they went to bed and decided that it would be
foolish to wash their body parts again. The person got out of the bathtub and dried off their
body parts. The person put on a pair of underwear. The person put on a housecoat. The
person met the other person in the hall to the kitchen. The people said something to one
another. The person went into the kitchen and took a raisin bagel out of the freezer. The
person said something to the other person. The other person did not hear the person. The
person spoke a little louder. The other person said something and the person put two bagels
in the toaster. The person watched the raisin bagels turn brown. The person took the raisin
bagels out of the toaster. The person put butter and cinnamon on the raisin bagels. The
person gave the other person a raisin bagel with butter and cinnamon on top. The people ate
the bagels. The people did not say anything. The person took off the housecoat. The person
put on a dress. The person grabbed a purse and left the house. The other person grabbed a
briefcase and left the house.


  I stayed behind. I am a raisin that fell out of a bagel. Nobody knows that I am here
and nobody will remember the exact time that I was born. I will die over a period of time. I
will die by being burned to death. Other bagels and pieces of toast will visit me from time to
time but I will be in the bottom of the toaster forever. I will scream. I will be burnt to a crisp. I
will turn to ash. I will cry

LEAKED FROM MAGGIE LEE - 2x POEMS WOAH

54)

people tend to listen more
when you bottle it up
and let them fuck up
and then unleash it all at once
upon them
they cant miss it then
its all right there
and they feel like shit
for not seeing it before
which of course is the effect you are going for
now they feel like shit
for you having felt like shit
while they acted like shit
all that time
and now they want to change
and now you need to change
because all of you are fucking retarded
for trying to win

36)

i am tryin to run a darn life, in a direction of ‘okay’

i am going to change and change and change

and if you want to tell me ‘stop’ you must fall in love with me

hehe

it’s like a trick

TPP STATE OF THE LEAKS 2!!!!

THEPYRAMIDPRESS THANKS YOU


we have received a bunch of submissions this 'leak round'* and are really proud of them
but now SUBMISSIONS FOR THIS ROUND ARE NOW CLOSED


this 'leak round'* is ending on FEBRUARY 27th and until then, we are 'leaking' what we have
and we will take a month-long intermission
in this intermission we are going to be publishing chapbooks !!!!


we will be revealing who, soon


that being said, we were really hoping we could get enough in donations to get these chapbooks published in print as well but we did not reach the intended goal hopefully, next intermission we will have enough to print!
SO DONATE~~!!!!!!!!!!!!


after this 'intermission' we will be 'leaking' things again with a new design


we will announce when we are taking submissions again for the next round, WE WANT TO START IT OFF WITH A ~BANG~


make sure to follow the editors on twitter!
@matthewwhol
@jdawinslow
@thepyramidpress


thanks, 
            thepyramidpress

LEAKED SHAUN GANNON - CONTINENTAL DRIFT

As you drag your luggage through the open door to find some other place in Rialto for the night, find a place where our voices can’t make each others’ neck hairs rise and our eyes won’t roll on reflex, I think of how the rock plates deep beneath our feet grind and punch one another, and how we only know of their existence by their constant conflict and separation.

WOW A LEAKED PNG BY NEON GLITTERY

> <.png