I had never been so excited to see April roll around then I was this year. I know that might sound stupid considering what was already going on in the world. Covid-19 was slam dancing its way through the world, leaving nothing but sickness, death and economic destruction in its wake. I also knew the... Continue Reading →
THE BLOOD CALL by Georges Surdez: Booze is thicker than water
Have we had enough of climbing the walls of our houses, apartments, condos, trailers or whatever the fuck kind of domicile we have been holed up in lately? Are the metaphorical muscles in our figurative arms and legs burned out and exhausted? Why not go outside and get some fresh air? Well, I’m writing this... Continue Reading →
TARMERICA: A Soft Opening for the Apocalypse
Are we chilling at a cocktail party, wearing designer masks and standing six feet apart, celebrating the soft opening of the apocalypse? This glorious shindig takes place in a clinical and creepy art gallery. Vast renditions of this bitch bug hang on its sterile walls, scarier and more surreal than any fevered dream Dali or... Continue Reading →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 