KEVIN BY SE DIAMOND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 133

The Mom yelled, “KEVIN.” Her voice made a screeching noise, like how my fat sister sounds when she screams at me. Then the Mom patted my head with her yellow dish-washing glove and said she had to go back to the sink, and Kevin would come soon.

EMOTION BOX BY ELEANOR LERMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 133

Before they had played their first live gig, nearly two years before the album was conceived, they had tossed around all kinds of names for the band and Perry couldn’t exactly remember how they came up with Emotion Box or who, exactly, had suggested it.

FAUX KING BY BEN UMAYAM 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE ISSUE 133

We come to the big city Denver, 

big protest rally.

Some of the protest signs are scruffy, last-minute scribblings on cardboard. A lot of NO FAUX KING WAY. One that stands out is NO DICK TATERS.

AN ANGEL ROSE INTO THE SKY BY SCOTT GARRIOTT 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 133

And here we stood. The land lying dark before us, AND AN ANGEL AROSE ON WINGS OF FIRE, TO SMITE THE FORCES OF DARKNESS.

FEELING IN THE NIGHT BY DJ DONOGHUE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 133

When he got off work and went out to the parking lot it was wet and quiet and cool. The hard freezing rain had made the parking lot shine.

CATALINA JONES BY MARK TAYLOR 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 133

It was me, wasn’t it. Your mum walked into the surf. When I was born. He slaps the doorpost. When I was born I killed her. I took your mum.