You are listening to a Clarksville magazine podcast with your host and narrator Kate Baker.

Greetings Clarksville Citizens. I hope this podcast finds you well. This is our fourth story for the month of April 2018 issue 139.

The piece is titled Logistics and is by A.J. Fitzwater is a meat suit wearing dragon living between the cracks of Christchurch, New Zealand. They emerge partially complete from the trial by word fire of Clary in 2014 and have won to Sir Julius Vocal Awards, so named after the 8th Premier of New Zealand, not the bread.

Their work has appeared in various venues of the fantastical such as Beneath's

Ceaseless skies, Sh shimmer magazine, cross genres,

kaleidiotrope, and gigonetosaurus.

Brain erectations can be found on Twitter

at A.J. Fitzwater. and also at the website Pickled, think, dot blog spot.com.

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fiction is not free any support would help. And thank you in advance. So I invite you to sit back,

relax, and let me tell you a story. All I want is a goddamn tampon.

All's I want is a goddamn tampon.

Is that so much to ask at the end of the world?

Yo, names Enfis. This is, uh, my channel as I wander in search of tampons and the meaning of life and was left of Western Europe.

Seems I'm immune to the phage. So far, so apocalyptic.

I'm not so good at this talking stuff, but this is as good a way as any since people aren't

totally into face to face right now.

Anyone could be a latent carrier. Plus, it's a way to feel less mad until I go mad from talking to myself. I guess you're wondering

about this lopsidedness? Well I was on a table in Stockholm getting chess reconstruction surgery when Kale went down in a blaze of glory.

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