I’ve been writing a bit for the next zine I want to put out, here is a bit of the begining.
“It was a long drive to where we needed to be, once we arrived new friends with familiar faces greeted us with open arms and shady plans. After a day of gun play, petty theft and amateur tattooing a nameless brother looked me in the eyes with childlike glee and asked “Do you wanna dig up a dead body”. I of course said yes. We got to work assembling the gear we would need for our graveyard excavation. Candles? CHECK! Black clothes? CHECK! Shovels? That took some chasing but we tracked down enough to break ground.”
Hopefully I will have it finished before the end of the month.
.616.
Altar boys in the Falser Nations.
Kyle and I made a zine together about how we both grew up in the catholic church and how serving as altar boys affected us. Inside are lurid tales of stained glass lust, sinful kisses in the back room of churches, broken marriages, and bad faith. We combined images from both of our memories into collages. 18 pages of the search for self divinity.
3 dollars for the USA
5 dollars for the rest of the world.
616
23
Limited to 40 copies.
Pulled from my zine collection, studying colors in cycles of the moon.
This is what I did with my night….. How else would one store his zines.
