putting mystic drunken scribbles into the hands of unsuspecting pigeons all over Chicago.
The sneeze of the Daemon
Today I woke up to the mystikal sines of the apocolypse. When I rubbed my groggy ass cheeks, the sound came to me--familiar, easy, like something I've known for such a long time that you begin to lose proper perspective--the marching ant, the long divided numbers, the touch of pink in the Irish glove--I don't know them anymore.
BO BO BO BO BO BO BO BO BO BO
OB OB OB OB OB OB OB OB OB OB
BO BO BOB OBO OB BOB OB BOBB
O B Y O B O B Y O B O YO BYOBYOB
The feeling of the pinch growing number.
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: email@example.com
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.