putting mystic drunken scribbles into the hands of unsuspecting pigeons all over Chicago.
if i wanted somebody to plop me in a phone cord after slicing my head off so i can wander around opening endless doors to endless empty offices staffed by flesh melting faces with the eyeballs sucked out so i can stumble around the maze stinging myself on electrick currents while paper dollars bleed out of my aching muscles searchin for the cheese while walking papers covered in meaningless jibberish shove gerbals down my neck, i'd pay for it. and i am.
The Immigrants' Address: "where are you from?" You can talk about your ancestry, your hometown, or your alien reptilian forebearers. send any art/words to: firstname.lastname@example.org
CoL LaB. round robins, exquisite corpses, murals; anything slapt together by more than one artist/writer/pornstar, preferably in its' original form, handed to one of us or scanned and e-mailed or snailed to elephantzine c/o Kiernan 2353 s whipple chgo il 60623 danke
The Notebook issue is a collection of pages from artists, poets, and drunks- fresh first drafts of stories, scribbles, letters, doodles, sketches and poetry. The goal of the artist is not to make a masterpiece but to be making art. The Notebook is a tribute to the work in progress as a masterpiece.