Friday, September 30, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
Sunday, September 25, 2005
"Brag of the Sub-Genius"
"I'm a screamer and a laugher, I make a *spectacle* of myself, I am a *sight*! My physical type *cannot* be classified by science, my `familiar' is a pterodactyl, I feed it dipshits! I communicate without *wires* or *strings*! I am a Thuggee, I am feared in the Tongs, I have the Evil Eye, I carry the Mojo Bag; I swam the *Bermuda Triangle* and didn't get wet! I circumcize dinosaurs with my teeth and make 'em leave a tip; I change tires with my *tongue* and my *tool*! Every night I hock up a lunger and extinguish the *Sun*! I'm the bigfooted devil of Level 14, who'll try to blow me down? I've packed the brownies of the gods, I leak the Plague from my nether parts, opiates are the *mass* of my religion, *I take drugs*! Yes, I'm a rip-snorter, I cram coca leaves right into my arm-veins before they're picked off the *tree*! *Space* monsters cringe at my tread! I wipe the *Pyramides* off my shoes before I enter *my* house. I'm *fuel-injected*, I'll live forever and remember it afterwords! I'm *immune*! I'm *radioactive*! Come *on* and give me cancer, I'll spit up the tumor and butter my *bread* with the juice! *I'm supernatural*, I bend *crowbars* with my meat ax and a thought! My droppings bore through the earth and erupt *volcanoes* in *China*! Yes, I can drink more wine and stay soberer than all the heathen *Hindoos* in Asia! YEEE HAW! *Gut Blowout*!"...a fragment. Transcribed from a cassette tape recording made at a seance in 1973.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Con on Sunday
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
Sunday, September 18, 2005
ENDLESS MIKE JAMBOX
The Karl KonnectionAmy V. Academia

Tune in 2 bombastic beauties
from the swarthiest cats on erph!
(Another Hot Freshy-Freshy, 2005 Suburban Legend Records)
Catch em where they Bubble At:
Endless Mike Jambox
Saturday, September 17, 2005
MUP @ Baltimore Con!
Friday, September 16, 2005
GRACE P DUCKWORTH

Pencils: Timmy Toner
Otherwise: Bobby Campbell
Dammit all to hell, how do you work this fucking thing!? The light's blinking...does that mean it's on? Hello! Hello! Testing 1-2-3!
Can anyone hear me?? Okay, ummm... [ahem] This is Captain Grace P. Duckworth, of the Lady Icarus: Transmitting Live from Outer Space!

Activate Streaming Video, Please!
If a gal’s gonna blossom as an avatar to the 1,000 faced hero of adventures, no sense in keeping her sizzling beauty a secret!
Oh don't mind me. I’m just exercising my Universal Right to pretend my Swan Song is special, and that somehow I’m a unique-angel-princess-snowflake.
Through the sexy mystery of my fairy tale life, I’ve known many worlds, loved many Gods, & explored infinities above as below. All the while lured by this strange magnetism into a spiraling path of golden cosmic romance. Like a Moth to Flame, I am irresistibly drawn to the light @ my tunnel’s end.
Apollo’s Kiss.
The Sleeping Beauties Wake. Oh do please build me up Buttercup!
So goes this Maiden Girl’s metamorphic journey through unknown fantasy, dancing away my 7 veils, becoming as dream, Namu Eris.
mirror mirror in my mind, even Diana Ross was never this fine!
As Madonna, as Jezebel, as Ninja fucking Ballerina! I approach my chosen destiny. To seduce Ra with my Woman’s thunder roar, the old atomic bride routine.
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GOD THE HEAT!
Everything’s beginning to melt, the sun can smell the conch sweat. It wants me. Star light star bright, the first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, make fuck with the light tonight!
I can’t look away, it’s burning away my eyes, I can’t look away, blinded by love! I see naught but chaos, feelin’ groovy.
God am I dying!?
I’m dissolving into nuclear fire, but I feel fine! Home. It feels like home. I don’t understand, remembering incomprehension, the meta-metaphor, I feel something out there, too big, telling me story, where we go when we…too big, maybe the Sun’s awake??? Holy Shit!
HELLO DARLING,HAVE A NICE DAY.

WE ALL DREAM IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE!?!
Thursday, September 15, 2005
FUNTIME PREVIEWS
featuring the first issue ever of
BOWLING BALL HEAD
words by: Danny Robinson
Pictures by:Todd Purse
heres a sneak peek at the cover!
(enjoy)

in Asbury NJ.

Bobby's Fall!?!




"Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish."
So Hip it Shattered! Now the man pays me to draw Suburban Legend Comics & bend my mind into a hyperspatial pretzel, writing my @gnostic goobily goop!
Todd & Marcelino got OKEY-DOKEY # 2 BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE! ACT II of the Sun Play: POPS in October. "talk what I walk, I stalk w/ bronze feet" - UGOD!




































