I wish I could sollect all the lost souls, all the children of darkness & longing into one vast canyon, one colassal concert creative extravaganza, where we could dance & fuck & compare livid notes on how our parent Amerikkka has failed us, how we have become godless and restless and have nearly let our fragile hopes die waiting for the Next Big Thing, the one thing that may set us free of the noose that is this society
Can we ever escape the teacher preacher police army charlatan heirophant sychophant heirarchy of hate that would crush our fine minds like eggs & turn us into wage slaves and good housekeeping zombi whores?
I wish there was some way to take myself & my sisters & brothers in dissatisfaction, and find a way out of this cage, to be the new conductor in an underground railroad destination: true anarchy, to the revolution that not only lets you dance, but lets you create the musick at the same time.....
Won't you come with me, 0 laurel browed readers & dreamers won't you enter my slipshod book of megabytes & enjoy the visions I have placed on this plate of template?
Like she who has called in the wilderness, I lay my open skull on a platter before you, the mind that dreams, the eyes that pierce thru the lies. Would you share this simple supper & become wise? Odin gave an eye for such fare, but this offer is free.
A feast of friends, we make this zine & try not to pretend (at least not too much)
But oh, join us, eat the alphabet we offer. Slide this art inside your mind & slip into our skin. Link your love & longing to ours. I'm not saying we'll change the world, our little group. But at least we'll show you what's in the soup.
-Rael.