GUIDELINES

I’m greedy. I want everything you’ve got. I want your dirty pictures, your crazy collages, your portraits of Gary Coleman and Theodore Roosevelt, your drunken poems, your Wallace Stevens wannabe poems, your sexy flash fiction and your letters to the goddamn editor. Also, if you have a crush on that special someone this is the place to broadcast it. E-mail your insanity to Bert Monroe (hello there you sexy thing). Bellyfatmagazine@gmail.com. I only want images sent as attachments. I want text sent in the body of the e-mail. No biographies but pictures of your face/cock/cunt/elbows/knees/toes/manic typing fingers, yes. I’ll take those. And yes, of course, sloppy seconds will be taken and devoured. I don’t care where your shit has appeared, in what format, and how often. Everything loco is accepted here, assuming it appeals to me and makes me slobber.