BUMMER, A POEM
By: Vinny "Dirty Beanie"
CHURCH, A STORY
By: Simon Rafet
People joke about it. There are churches on every street corner. It's strange seeing one so empty and broken down, devoid of the promise of security it once gave the meek. Now after all this time all that’s left on the once bright sign is the name St. Paul. I’ve been there a few times, mostly when i was younger. I remember the beautiful stained glass windows and the well with holy water...
EXTREME MUSIC(& NON-MUSIC), AS IT RELATES TO SLOTH.
By: Dom Kaveliski
I can't count the # of times i've been asked y sloth sounds the way that it currently does. The following explanation can, at least be understood on an intellectual level(which is the least important of any/all levels). Pt.1) RxIxBx... I bought slayer's RxIxBx the day it came out. Z-rock radio had been playing "necrophibic" pretty heavly prior to RxIxBx's official release & my few like-minded school-mates & i dubbed it to tape, in a state of awe...
UNTHINKABLE, A STORY
By: Luis Gracia
Was round October twenty nine or thirty two thousand five that some hurricane I can’t remember the name of on its way to maybe re-devastate New Orleans flanked the state and left patches of citypowerless in darkness so that a curfew enforced effectively defaulted all planned Halloween parties. But Reese, my just casual friend who allows me to sometimes frequently occupy her vaginal anal and oral cavities, quickly noted that our particular patch of city however was still powered and lit and that she, having long labored meticulously on her costume, would have her Halloween party...
Introduction to noise, an essay
By: Theo Rodino