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Excerpted from Under the Skin By Mark Maynard If I’d gotten a tattoo as a husky ten year old, it would have been of a hushpuppy and a can of Coke. If I’d waited until fifteen, it would have been a picture of either Malcolm X, Abbie Hoffman or Kurt Vonnegut. At eighteen I would […]

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The Antiquated Art of Face Slapping

Excerpted from: The Antiquated Art of Face Slapping Is it an art–or is it assault? You decide. If you love vintage movies, you’ve probably seen a scene like this: Our glamorous leading lady enters the parlor to find her sullen suitor throwing back hi-balls. An argument ensues. He mutters something nasty under his breath. Her […]

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Excerpted from The Darker Side of Museums By Jeff Hoke What makes museums so tedious? Why do they give us a sense of apathy…even dread? Originally intended as places of inspiration, museums have become mausoleums for the enshrinement of objects. The dread we feel comes from how these objects were collected and why, for reasons […]

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From the pages of Thrift Score The Zine About Thrifting Issue 8, Party Like It’s 1976! Bicentennial 20th Anniversary Special! (P.O. Box 90282, Pittsburgh, PA 15224; $5 for five issues, cash or checks made out to Al Hoff) TIE ME UP…TIE ME DOWN MAKING ART WITH STRING AND OTHER “NATURAL” THINGS In the summertime, people’s […]

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PERIOD ATTIRE OPTIONAL: THE THEORY AND PRACTICE OF THE LITERARY SOIREE By Holliston Black Not having a television? Why cast the matter in terms of not doing something? The tone is defensive, sulky. Does one characterize a person going about the business of life in a sensible way as “not a blithering idiot”? There are […]

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From the pages of Genetic Disorder #14, the Satanism issue (PO Box 15237, San Diego, CA 92175; $3 per issue)MY LONG HAIR CONCEALED THE MARK OF THE BEAST By Ray I was a teenage satanist, or so my dad thought. In his eyes, I was Damien. My long hair concealed the mark of the Beast, […]