By: Nick Storm Wake up at three am in Louisville. Pitch black sky. Pulling out of driveway with camera, tripod and sleeping bag in tow. I’ve been on this journey before. Orange barrels. Yellow lines. The drum beat of the open road. Heading west to Denver, Colorado with Ron Whitehead […]
by Colin Newman Bright white caskets, exhumed from paper graves released from the hands of winged angles set free to fly through the shimmering firmament or sink to a loathsome decomposition in the minds and hearts that refuse to listen mighty swords dripping with inky drops of blue and […]
by Bradley James Weber “. . . an amphetamine-paced series of cartoon-like sketches, centered on two hapless acid abusers who come to seem like the bastard descendants of Don Quixote and Sancho Panzo.” –– William Stephenson, Gonzo Republic William Stephenson’s description of Hunter Thompson’s masterwork, Fear and Loathing in Las […]
Hunter S. Thompson interviewed at the Hotel Jerome Bar in Aspen for Grassroots TV12 to discuss the status of the Nixon administration and the charges against Vice President Spiro Agnew. October 1973. https://youtu.be/rGuihf-Lwkk
by David C. Philips This past night there has been uproar in Kentucky politics. Some bigoty douchebag has been elected Governor and for some fucking reason people are shocked, surprised, and rightfully infuriated. I’ve recently lost an Ireland Rugby club hat that was given to me by a dear friend…meant […]
by FROGG CORPSE There are no decorations, When I look out and see, A neighborhood too plain Communities withering. Trees leaves die too quick Too long to wait unfold. A canopy of sky My mind it ebbs and flows. The houses all line up Chipped paint, bark, and beast […]
by JB Quietly hanging in the back of the shed was a rope with 13 knots he had crafted for his head. An old red shed, covered in tarps, with boards for walls and dented paint cans for art. Clothed in snails and webs, scorpions and death, there hung his faithful […]
by Bradley James Weber First Day Nine men One lifeboat First Officer Now Captain Eight passengers One oar Zero rations Endless horizon No compass Second Day Air: equatorial Sun: blinding Tongues: parched Lips: cracked Water: none Less food Nine men One wounded One malcontent Fourth Day No land No […]
by H. P. Lovecraft Of such great powers or beings there may be conceivably a survival… a survival of a hugely remote period when… consciousness was manifested, perhaps, in shapes and forms long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing humanity… forms of which poetry and legend alone have caught […]
by Harlan Ellison Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette; unsupported—hanging high above us in the computer chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern. The body hung head down, attached to the underside of the palette […]
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