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All photographs by Warren Smith & Dion Agius, unless otherwise noted.

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Underneath her shiny lips her teeth went as follows – Tooth, Tooth, No Tooth, Tooth.


Dr. Spooky bit me with his MDMA fangs last night... Hello Sadness!!


CRAIG ANDERSON

by Chris Burkard


A fountain of smells and it smells and smells. Little kids with little bones and hungry teeth. Flimsy lips move a mouth full of sturdy words. One dollar has fed me full. I am now ashamed of my dollar.

T h e M e l o d y ’s Heavy Load By James Warren Smith

They’re preparing themselves for a new life, and always have been. So are we. With freedom tattooed in our dreams, we are the same. And only Light between us in the belly of these smells. Together we can sing a tune that will make the multitude shed a tear, and maybe party like a motherfucker. I would like to share in the melody’s heavy load. And enjoy growing up with a dangerous enthusiasm. So let’s lick the unstitchings of their disparities. Our names will become Rarities. We can form a prism of skin constellations and fart in the church like young radicals. Even if your head get eaten by a wolf, you’re still pretty. A cosmic elegance. Welcome to the new age, it’s the same as the old age. So pick up your tiny burdens, grab someone pretty, and dance until a star is born. It’s time to party like a motherfucker.


CRAIG ANDERSON

by Chris Burkard


DILLON PERILLO

by Chris Burkard


Even if your head get eaten by a wolf, you’re still pretty.


WARREN SMITH

by Chris Burkard


Fishscaled and frail. With last nights distractions burned in our retinas. “Don’t let them see us. Don’t let them see what were doing”


N. Ca.


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