ZiNE FiEND SeeN

* Ubernoo crawls back under the table at the
   P-Land Zine Symposium !
* this sat - sun : 11:00 - 17:00
   two afternoons only !!
* our offerings include, but are not limited to: 
   zine varietals featuring drawings, photography,
   remixed media and textual textures.
   fine hand printed matter. dada folk art.
   surrealist propaganda.
* shun for the whole family !!

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 special weekend seance to conjure
Marvin's dearly departed Jackson  
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~ Semper Absurdunce ~

~ ‡ HoLeY SaLiVaTioN ‡ ~

succubus dreams running off the neck, 
blood dripped honey under cloying lysergic tongues.
reparations. preparations. into the madding crowd. a vast throng taken to the streets. marching from outer-space to greet the hungry onlookers. seeping under bridges, spilling from the alleyways to crush the waters edge in a fleshy wave of sweaty brows and flinging extremities. flashing finger bangers reach down from the sky through swirling blue neon gunpowder bees and octopus smoke signals dancing behind a drifting curtain of fire and wails. sparking flowers into the black to send up our revolts, higher still beyond the flabbergasted scopes of our martian divinings. 
longer than anyone can remember. exploding through optic nerves, sapphic laughter, acid raindrops and nubile traffic jams. skirting the rails with shrieks from the blundering busses. distilling the early night's cotton candy air. transcendent perspiration to lubricate melting kinesis. flying from thirsty hands to the night's glowing void. residual glimmer from a savage journey to the heart of our smoldering visions. from the altar of the halter, pantry of the chantry: speaking the tooth of the holey-reamdreamer. 
in the year of our hoard, two nothing, and one five 
 

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FeAsTeR MoNdAy

... a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down ...

season's feedings
from

the church of holey salivation

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BaCoN BiTs...

* chromogenic print

on view at 

Bullseye Glass Co. 

Portland Resource Center Gallery

dec. 1 - jan. 31

* chromogenic print

burnt offerings. human sacrifices. seared flesh. occupational hazards. hot licks. fire kissed. factory fingerprints. solidarity through suffering. shaving down the mountain. Sisyphus was a foundry apprentice. you must make a stone before you can roll one. cultivating a grasp to choke the whole world down. spirits exfoliated by the karmic hammer of our carefully chosen subconscious smolderings.
perdition for the proletarian soul.
people who live in sand castles shouldn't grind bones.
people who live in log cabins shouldn't burn fireplaces.
sliding metal fingers down the mouths of tiny volcano faces.
digging out kaleidoscopic pearls to be smashed down and swallowed again. what the fire consumes also consumes the fire. smashes the ashes...a gust for the dust...and death took a breath.

...how to handle a shovel...
...a sense of savage brutality that re-assimilates us to our true nature. a jellied inferno squeezed through callous hands made into petrified flames...hardened and lifted up so high that when it's finally let down it breaks into a million pieces. ground down so tiny and scattered so far, we'll never get them all back again. sometimes beauty is pain. and sometimes pain is beauty.
a sharp edge to cut yourself on.
a way to get hurt.

* chromogenic prints, glass, zinc hex bolts/nuts, 

rubber baby buggy bumpers