Aboot the Blur

Why?

Hell. O. I am Blur. I am too many things. And I am alwaysalways creating too many things: #everythingiseedotouchisart you know? YOU know. So I zine them up into ah little packages.

Fly little zine with your zine-y wings to peck at the windows of my friends.

Who?

Who is me? What's my place of placement? My tender gender? My leanings? None of that matters here. Except, I will say... you know that person you were SO in love with when you were twelve? Oh my god, their smile, their laugh, their eyes! That was me.

Wha?

What's with the banana? It was the first thing I grabbed when I needed to gouge the zine name into something.
What does blurburger mean? It means this site is my burger. Easy. Full of juicy snippets of vegetable and/or animal bits and bobs. That reminds me, kiss a tomato today - it's really sexy - get consent first tho of course.