I once saw an 18-foot great white shark devour a thanksgiving turkey then spit it back out.

Weirdness is not for everyone. It’s not even for most people, not even half of people, but in the whole, wide world, weirdness IS appreciated. Weird movies and shows and books are absolutely loved and acclaimed. So, go on and do your weird shit.

I think that writing is a vital way of communicating something truthful—whether that’s an emotion, an idea or just a silly joke to make people laugh.

So the idea I had that I decided to excavate was this nostalgia-fest of walking around the mall. And, as I mentioned earlier, its narrator is maybe some version of my past self, but I wanted her to be unburdened—I imagined her as myself in my early 20s maybe, no kids. I followed her around the mall and recorded what happened.

Thank you for choosing to explore the weirdness we’ve curated in this tenth issue of Weird Lit Magazine and for joining us in welcoming a new, bold era of weird.

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Weird is saying, I see how you’ve built your society and I can see that you haven’t actually reserved a space for me and I don’t care. I’m here.

When I write, I hope someone reading can say: This is how I feel, or this is what I see, and I didn’t know how to say it until now.

I have imposter syndrome everywhere I go. Who gave me the authority to pick out these avocados?

Weird is what unsettles, what challenges, what makes you do a double-take. It is alienation and liberation.

“It's all about sex and death,” he said. “And love. It's realizing we're all on the same journey.”

Confidence and motivation are things you get by doing, not by opining about your deficiencies. You must DO.

I wore my nightgown over a pair of tropical print capris and suede-fringed boots to give a presentation on the stegosaurus in third grade.

I love all stories about grotesque, pervasive women.

Try an extreme sport (anything besides Ostrich racing).

For this issue, I picture the form of a galactic salmon swimming up a cosmic stream of consciousness, driven to spawn a legacy of weirdness.

I love the idea that we all share atoms.

Tests are inhuman.

It turns out languishing is my most productive posture.

I think we are all put here to teach the world the small talk of love. Or at least, have a damn good laugh.

Whenever I stop writing for any period of time I get incredibly itchy and turn the color of a lusty Elizabethan.

I just want readers to wake up, and see the world in new ways, but not in any particular direction.

One day we’re all going to be locked in battle with the shapeshifting sex arachnoids from the Andromeda Galaxy.

Weird is adjacent to dangerous, centered between dangerous and normal.