ZINES:
There is only one zine at the moment. I'm working like a little busy bean on the next one. If the tiny hairs on the back of your knees got all frimbly by reading Blurburger zine number inaugural numero uno, then feel feel to drop some love and soft soft understanding in the guestbook.
Here's a button for you. It doesn't flash, but WAS once arrested for showing it's ankles to a grandma.
And on this site there is none of that insidious kettle of steaming poopage known as AI. Every twisted little poem/art/story/photo was created between the eternal struggle of my frontal lobe and that big box of old donuts I call my creativity. Help youselves to the button frens.