Issue 24. 2015+6 numb dumb
I used to make this zine called mouth That was before we headed south Now im here typing screed again Blinking haze and deeds of men Votes, boats, dreams and hopes In Berlin there is a nice small bar with a huge hanging head. There I saw this documentary about Iceland and the banking crisis... and the most powerful intervieweee was the girl who was saying she realised it was pointless as she was walking on a march and people around her were talking about the new Iceland and the new constitution and so on... and she was like... oh. We ‘re still inside this Nationalistic mentality. Meanwhile in little old NZ where the head dude tried to change the flag the debate barely even enters the realm of NZ leaving the commonwealth, let alone lowering the flag once and FOR ALL. Every Construct Fuck it The power of the touch type fingers. The small bar now has to register every underground performer there, submitting names, dates of birth, track listings, as well as pay fee’s to be distributed to the registered Ciccones.... This patient is patient enough neither for coherence nor reference. . . .
Yes, this zine edition, self reflexical, has been on the designing board for almost a year now, or is it more. Things were realler out there. But sitting on a cold market stall recently and encouraged by a designer of chairs I decided to use the platform once again. With ancient spiritual guidance combined with the modern day powers of science... we can see the better options every time. And if not now, then humbled in hindsight. So screw the herd Die trying I have a friend in a van he does what he can If evil is a lack of education then ......
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it was a dark and stormy night but everything was alright it was a long way from here to nowhere but everything was everywhere