flowers of disruption... FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIII LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RRRRRRRRRRRRrUUUUUUUUUUUU WWWWWWWWWWWWWWW PPPPPPPPPPPPPPP EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT RRRRRRRRRRRRRRr IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsss OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOO NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF #14, the zine for tasha & anjee ... flowers of disruption. -------------------- sucky tomato: be my friend end over end find my nest you're the best have you ever seen a man as dead as eileen? she's got the black circles under her eyes and she's found deceased rats under the tables at the restaurants. she's worn clothes of dead people and attended funerals of unknown celebrities. returning to her house means the greatest victory for mankind, the total dysfunction of liberty, and cascading mountains of sublime literature. hope to jump toward houses of gray shingled rooves, the doors at the floor with the stairs leading to the stereo, and the garbage with music and food. half-eaten, both may be. heads of half-hair reading books of jars and bells, free to feel jingles with harmony of fretting souls. king of the land rolls over dusty unkempt yards, joysticks of international freedom. treat me to a sundae, treat me to your meal. release the troubled junction from the pain that it must feel. yell NO at the sky, it's not coming down, land of the lord of the dogs at the pound, grate at my nerve, pull from the well, sky's getting closer but still it ain't fell, run to the trailer, tell don of the sound, spinning and swirling, the rain runs around. grains of the 'leet run trails 'round my feet, wood on the wall of the box with paper and crayons to draw on our faces and our hands and show to the mom and say "hi! look at this!" and smiles come up on faces and express love and fear because who knows what we might turn out to be? but god, we're so sweet right now, and we pee in our clothing, and we play house in the fibreboard kitchen, look at our little people, they fit so perfect into the bus. 0000000000000000000001100000000000000000 flowers of disruption / number fourteen ... / contact trilobyte@hoe.nu c(^_^)o about this zine that gets ( ) written for tasha and anjee ( ) and almost for other people too sometimes ^-^ "she was intended by god to be a virtuous woman. out, jezebel, out. in jesus's name."