Zines
i have your address on the list of 30 places i gotta send zines to.
i begged a few hundred bucks offa my family and i got enuff for an eighth and $50 of postage and another $50 for color copies for my glorious art book I'm making. I got about 100 zines right now. all copies of
-ive got a time B*mb
1. the ballad of miss carriage fyre.
2. drug store
3. living in this _____ city is like living in a living nightmare.
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I need to print another 30 ish copies of
TsPx008
Hoe to kill queer scum.
cuz I'm sending it to the zine archives of salt lake city and michigan university.
thank you for money. I give zines away free to anybuddy who asks for one but my zines exist for the grace of pay what you can tips.
I'm'a try to contact microcosm, and acme and drawnquarter.
I'm looking in to two different things now.
1. distribution for my regular paper zines, like a large reliable distro who get a big enuff audience that it would be smart for me to invest in stalking them with zines.
2. my plan is to eventually compile all the timeB*mbs in to a big thick fancy volume. Time B*mb has a pretty sister zine Named DeathF*ck and she is all the new 2 color ink was illustrations. my eventual goal is the two different zine projects becoming a book once they get to issue 12 or so.
maybe there is some publisher interested in helping me out with a project that so far is %10 done. not counting the monster editing i'm'a haffta do. Like assistance publishing this in volume.
I could do a small pressing of thousand perhaps. I seen people get books printed, hard cover color art books, its a few thousand dollars. I dont got that to spare anytime soon tho.
In the mean time this is my plan that I'm kinna locked in to. its more important than getting a job or fixing my house or dating. actually the zines have cured my dating life. I really don't care alot about dating and I got kinna a lady who sometimes we fuck with our clothes on. and a guy i smoke pot, talk about dead animals andcuddle with. and an anti boyfriend and a few crushes. but i don't care so I'm blase and never chasing anybuddy for once in my freakin life. I'm 34 and I'm just learning how to be a swingin bachelorette properly now and its all thanks to embracing my dorky soul and encouraging her to hide in her room and listen to the all jazz station and lift weights and glue stick zines together,
there is supposed to be a legal paper 16 page zine of death fuck but holy shit its not done yet.
all illustrations for Death fuck are 2 color ink dip and washs and the death fuck zine is bw copies.
Death fuck is also s'posed to be my limited edition of 20 art book. i got digital media color reproductions of my art on 65g card stock whish is then glued in to a scrap book made of hand sewn 14x14" sheets of cut up blueprint papers. in honor of TimeB*mb zine, death fuck artists book has a spine of blck ductape. I have another 12 hours of assembling those things to do then i can dump most of them at the Bannister gallery. they cost about $7 each to make and took about 90 minutes to assemble. I'm gonna refine the process and make it easier for the next time.
death fuck's generous supporters who deserve copies.
1Termite household.
2JQ
3Bunny
4Doctornot a materialist
5Bonnie Karen Butter
6Carriage Fyre
7Miss Aggressionmake CArriage and gression fight over a single copy. wrap it for carriage and get gression to open it for complicity,
so yeh, i mail soon.
Meat Empress Delicious
Edie brought the veggy oil 4x4 truck in to morteville with her. She'd done a lil construction and all her punk friends worked construction and there was always jobs. except there wern't any jobs for her though. There were bigger more mechanically normal trucks people could hire and Edie was only ever a demolisher. Like sometimes she worked to paint a shed or clear downed trees after storms but most of her experience was destroying houses. she charged cut rate $200 per room and would usually hire mary-belle and jefe to swing the crowbars. she started paying them $100 a day but changed it to $10 an hour when may-be decided she had enuff money and could stay home and read and jefe showed up for demolition the next day after staying up all night on $60 worth of coke and was trying to mellow out with $40 of heroin. Edie delegated the smashing up the house and then she 'd do the grueling part of shoveling up all the bits of house, cleaning and stacking lumber to try to re sell. She tried to get a deal going with a surplus and salvage place that sold toilets and doors and windows but they didn't wanna pay half what Edie made selling it through the classifieds of the paper. Like 50 cents for a 2x4x8. the people who buy used lumber are buying used lumber cuz they're poor. used lumber cracks easier when being nailed and it offen has nails stuck in it allready and maybe a wire pull hole drilled in the middle of it.
Edie formulated a plan. for a cover storey she started washing dishes for a diner that was a hole in the walll but with $7 cheeseburgers. She got the job quick cuz she'd actually sat down and hand caligraphered herself a resume with cover letter. she listed job experience in demolition and working at the community center in curling serifs and flutter ornate geometric showboating. The D in Dishwasherapplication was 3 colors and was choked in organic fillagree inspired by the handfull of food guck a dishwasher glops from the bottom of the sink drain at the close of shift. her magic resume got her a job on her 3rd try.
after that she started hanging arround some of the fancy markets. Like the little jewish grocery stores were they have a lusciously siren temptress selection of meats. Ed spent her dishes money on meat. milk and meat.
She bought $9 steaks and fried them in olive oil and garlic and glaze with schiracha-blackbeanpast-honey-cider vinegar sauce. marinate a black asian chiken with fish sauce and sesame oil. indulged herself burritos of daube glace beef jelly. brains and butter with roast spinach and almond flakes. rabbit stuffed with apples and grapes. deer sauteyd in her own gravy and deer tounge peppered and sliced in to hot samiches on dense sour dough with olde fashioned mustard and her own mayonaise mixed from olive oil and 2 duck eggs. dinner of bratwurst barrel kraut and dijon.
Sausages were interesting to Edie. Crudcake had made sausage for her before and Edie wan'ed to kick Crud some graf back for turning her on to the Meat Empress delicious. Meat empress Delicious was a triangle building on one of those block of the city invented before urban planners. her real name was Empress, the Meat store, who claimed their meat was delicious. above the front door nook, nestled between 2 big windows were you could admire the butchery, the red on yellow sign read "Meat ! Empress. Delicious. pork beef Lamb liver, eggs milk, custom bulk orders."
Edie was spending half of her dishwashing pay check on meat. actually about %40 on meat and %10 on things that dress meat up fancy. Edie grew up eating ground beef and roast chiken, now she was making up her own sauces and had aposter of the diagram of how to cut up a cow on the wall in front of her bed. every morning she woke up to see chuck rib short loin sirloin round. Born eatin Flank and you move up, literally, to loins.
There An't no college course for how to be a butcher. Edie got herself some knives and got whole pigs and goats from this guy in Benoit sometimes and butchered meat herself. She wanted to be a butcher at meat Empress delicious. Through one window you saw the aging and smoking racks were they french style cured horse that they aquired from the betting race tracks. in the other window was Butchers leisurly sliding their knifes through glistening kicking hooves and passing ribs through the bandsaw. when they answered their phone they really said "Meat Empress Delicious" cuz Edie had talked them in to it one of the times she was hanging roung their counter. They Liked Edie fine. Kekker was a muscled blond kid with glasses who'd talk meat with Ed. She'd pick his head for ideas for dishes and he'd turn her on to new things he'd tried like Squirrels from a squirrel farm and nutria and coon.
He was a smart tough handsome butcher. Ed dinnit have a crush. not this time. She "liked" him. they talked ok. he seemed like he walked unaffraid yet unimpressed throught he world like her. slightly bigger than skinny but with taunt muscles, always had a 2 day growth of blond stubble but clean. golden brown french boy, professional flesh sculpter in a nice butchery like clean.
shew shoulda been hot for him but she was burnt out on liking boys. And it was not kekk she came to the empress for, Edie came to the empress for blood. Kekk sold her hog blood for $2 a pint fo edie to try n make blood boudin. she'd just got a meat grinder at ghetto thrift for $2. for another $2 kekk hooked her up with a pound of intestine and they chatted sausage over the cooler with the 2 styrofoam containers like giant coffee cups drizzling cold beads of sweat condencing lil riverlettes across the mirror perfect stainless steel.
She'd make a show of shopping for meat. Lingering over weighing her choices. picking up bright rich red meat and petting it through the transparent plastic pulled tight arround the meat. The strands of muscle fibre in some tenderloin cuts scream like lust with oxygenated blood so red it burns like fire. meat softer and smoother than the fat of a pen raised calf. If Ed were quick and casual she could let the meat in its tight cellophane skin caress her cheek and lips. let the meat taunt her and flirt Dirty. Let the meat flirt Dirty as in the way you would be dirty if you gave yourself with all vulnerability to a women with a deliciously cruel hunger to tear you in to shred with her teeth.Woman savouring the liquids that ran out of you as you were parcelled in to you most desirable parts and seasoned up pretty. pretty so your mastication to feed the monster would be in so many ways most sweetly delicious.
Edie dreamed of wearing the empress's black apron so rabbidly. To be the master and excecutioner and the alchemist of flavourful treats sculpted from flesh and fascicle of myofibril dredged from the bodies of frolicing petting zoo extras. Stand out front on smoke break, black apron spotted with moisture from flicks of juice, big knife tucked in the apron pocket and looking cute guys in the eye as they pass. Lock eyes with them and smirk, "you like meat kid ? I'm apprentice butcher to the empress. I'm'a carve you something nice cuz you look like you know Delicious."