the craziest thing to grow in my room except me
…and the day begins anew. i’m destroying these tiny books! baby pics
peace, baby
mondo 2000, mad reprint, henry aldrich. also bootleg sharpies.
i never say “yerba mate”, i just say “mah tay”. but i can’t say just “mate” because it’s still like “g’day mate”. PLUS “The multicultural Yerba Mate Association of the Americas states that it is always improper to accent the second syllable, since doing so confuses the word with the unrelated Spanish word meaning “I killed.”" JEEEEEZ! anywayzzzzzzzzzz check the bev style! poppin brill pills alllllllllllllll daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaygetthefuckouttahere
tour cds from the terribles
for yoni’s birthday
the less you know, the less you no-no
not shown- the filler pile, which is waaaaaaay smaller– since livejournal eclipsed zines as choice whininess forum, the signal to noise ratio totally pole reversed… most of this i got in trade, but i did buy pee dog #2, the new treehouse of horror (featuring cf, ben jones, and matthew thurber), 4 issues of tales designed to thrizzle, and 2 of the 3 king cats in the stack.
at the picturebox table at SPX, checking out the new brian chippendale book. looks tite, b!
change mcpants sessions the nametag
tite new design– almost origami
me and little andrew and jordan’s free jazz band from long ago. vintage design!
☑ 4,000 condoms, ☑ 2 boxes of comic books, ☑ 30′ mexican flag, ☑ army boots, ☑ power saw, ☑ glenn gould records.