The second Welsh Losser, the other Welsh Losser, the usurping brother, sits with The Ferret in a bar. Things happen… It is nighttime in Kyiv, just before the New Year…

The Half Guinea and Hunched Cornish are seated in the basement section of Beef Burgers and Beer, in a corner furthest from the stairs. “That guy’s got his penis pointed…

Come with me to the field of dreams To the field of dreams bring your gold Bury it there, along with all care And all your trouble if you dare Then hang…

The examiner is cross The judge is at a loss The jury is laughing The bailiff cracks a smile Saint Stephan is still on trial “Are you Welsh Losser?” “I…

Don’t look over my shoulder, brother Don’t go peeking at my screen Don’t try to read my emails or You might not like what you seen “Hello. Who am I…

He’s a character I’ll write I’ll bear my witness to that Take your stand or sit it out Hang the jury in the night “How would you characterize the character of…

Not a Dream of Kyiv, but quite simply, Sweaty’s a filthy loser And everyone’s sick of his pathetic ass Sitting, Sweaty decides to speak. “Uh, ich Oym ‘ere reckoneen ye…

Just so you know, my dear Just so you know Just so you know, how I love you so But Jim Book is with me right here Just so you…

We, of Kyiv Unedited, and especially its Secret Editorial Board, and secondly, its Management, embark on a letter-writing campaign to David Lynch, which, we are certain, will succeed These are…

The first letter Kyiv Unedited sent to David Lynch got no response. We, of Kyiv Unedited, are not jumping to conclusions, but rather, trusting in the good faith and will…