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Sunday, October 31, 2021

☉ct☌ber |ssue 28 | 2☉21 ☠

 Welcome to another issue of the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. 
Our 28th, this one happening during the autumnal October Halloween season, of the year twenty twenty-one, undergoing a rite of ritual, after a fashion, when all's said and done. After so many years when the gears shift into place and we all put masks on to cover our faces. Only now we are used to them, over the last couple of seasons of the pandemic. We have each learned our lessons here. What we carry away with us survives the test of time. We shall see.



This October we are grateful for the continued transmissions from the nanoFleet, as we are indebted to the contributions from A. A. Attanasio and Vincent Daemon who brought the spirit of the season sharply into focus for us and rendered all the more delightful by the fantastical digital art contributions from Charles Carter, the latest resident artist at the Freezine during the annular season of counter-magnetic rotation in our solar system. Every aspect of us wishes you a satisfying survival run over the course of the next four years. 

 


The bloodHost have sent three reports and the nanoFleet two transmissions delineating an array of information which contributes toward our understanding of the presence of this webzine itself.  The Nanochronicles began last month, in issue # 27 and then the Abiogenetic Lorentzian Iterations began this month, presumably a summation of events over the next twenty-four years where I guess things will turn out okay, or something. It has been a strange and circuitous route by which the story has been told, various times in different incarnations. We are all too happy to announce the 29th issue due out next month, in short the Freezine has loosened somewhat certain aspects of its restrictive nature. 

   See you next month.  


To read the entries in the October Issue, click the following hyperlinks: 









after Unq'Walla we present four extra bonus treats 
   from Vincent Daemon exclusively on Devil's Night









 












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of darkness blessed by passages of light.
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Saturday, October 30, 2021

GUTALTAAR

by Vincent Daemon 



art by Charles Carter          




 

   Waves of empty

  Crash so violent

 Upon Jagged Rocks


  Bodies vile

   Strewn ashore

Primordial Creatures Flop


Complications of Mind and Soul

 The Will just won't resign

  From lonely depths of Blackened Cosmos

Beyond vast reaches Before Deep Time


  Dark Matter and Oxygen

Creating Stillborn Planets

   Atomic Chaos and Hydrogen


  Silent, still so Ancient

 Suicide Suns burnt out

Cave in on Themselves

  Entropy swallows

 Entropy swells

   There is no heaven

 There is no hell








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CYLINDER VOID

by Vincent Daemon 

 
 
                                                                                                                                                           art by Charles Carter




 Welcome to the blackest night

See your soul’s dismay

 Look into the mirror now

See your soul’s decay

  You’ve lain a curse on everything

 A falsity of light

 Waiting for a fallacy

Your time in paradise



 Walk into Carcosa shame

Take it all ahead

  Wonder why the sun is black

 And the sky is red

Soul alone now cry for peace

 Take away the pain

  See just how you called a Beast

 A kiss like acid rain









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DJINN DREAMS IN A NIGHT-GAUNT'S MIND (OF THE GIRL WHO FOUND A WINDOW)

by Vincent Daemon 


                                                                                                                                                               art by Charles Carter

 


  Sinking cities, Purple dreams

 I think of you

No madman, the stars speak

 Have thought you since childhood


  Often I sound insane

 of this I'm aware

Are you real, my love

 Or have I conjured you here?

  Have the years of Magickal thinking

 Finally paid off?


Do we touch in cosmic dreams?

 Perhaps my rocker's off

  We have a soundscape all our own

 As our halves become the whole

One brain, 3 planes, a shell and a soul

 Did I write you in some lovely tale?

  Legends already, for aeons untold?

 Words that mean nothing?

Undoubtedly, Mate of Soul


 I've told you of Machine Elves; scars; the pain that did unfold

  To the cracks in your eyes you've let me behold

 You see beyond what I am: strange and flawed you still take my hand

With blood and kisses, fists-full of atomic sand; 

  our soul and one fine-tipped pen

 We will forever change this land








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THE BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE

by Vincent Daemon



                                                                                                                                                art by Charles Carter




 Fallen angels dive into graves

Filled with rats and ivy

 Vines and twigs and bugs that dig

And corpses that grow slimy



 Creatures from decay of flesh

The angels start to play

 It’s easier to split the chest

When they are that way



 And to take the soul that’s trapped

Underneath the flesh

 Making sure with all their might

No dignity in death



 Take the soul and snuff the light

In madness we are blessed

 To strange beasts in dark nights

Those angels eat what’s left









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UNQ'WALLA

by Vincent Daemon 

art by Charles Carter       



          I’d come across the word, etched beneath an ancient, undated gravestone. I noticed it by accident, as the stone had tipped while I lowered myself into the grave I’d just dug out. I’d picked this grave specifically, being that of some folkloric-historic mage. The stench of the breath of antiquity had passed as I rummaged through rot-carbon ash remains for any lingering jewels, coins, or parchments I could sell off to any unwitting collectors. But I couldn’t remove my eyes from the word, that word: UNQ’WALLA. It made no sense. It was neither native nor Latin nor Greek nor African, Asian or any other language that I could recall in all my years and travels. 

     It had a haunting quality, and before long I’d found myself transfixed by it, staring at it, repeating it in a fevered mantra-like repetition. It had burned itself into my mind, glowing outward from the pink jelly of my brain, reflected back into my core by the slick sheen of wet concave cranium it nestled against. It was all I could focus on, whatever its meaning was, filling my mind with involuntary rushed thoughts of sanctimonious fear, something inescapable. UNQ’WALLA. 

     UNQ’WALLA. It made more sense with each re-pronunciation, rephrasing, each attempt to break the grip it had over every sinew and soul particle of self. It was beyond ego-death, beyond life-death. It was stuck. I was stuck. Before long I’d realized the dirt I’d dug out of the hole had refilled of its own sentience around me. No, not its sentience. The sentience of that horrible word. I am no longer there, but here. I am no longer me.

     I lay now six feet below the tipped grave, covered in jewels and parchments. I’ve no idea how long I’ve been here, all is now timeless, or one time. But I can hear someone above, digging. I hear them mumbling, and catch but one word: UNQ’WALLA.







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Friday, October 29, 2021

The Gift

 

   art by Charles Carter                     


         Several thousand years from now, about as far into our future as the Pyramids of Egypt are in our past, humanity has explosively diversified. Genomics, nanotech, and AI converged early on to create the New People. And with starsteeds (faster-than-light ships), they have explored and populated all 54 galaxies of the Local Group. The Galactic Compact peacefully unifies thousands of worlds strewn across 10 million light-years. Recently, the New People perfected the technology to probe close to the event horizon of black holes. There, embedded in a vortex of spacetime spinning at nearly the speed of light, they discovered the Hyperopolis. Who built this sprawling megastructure of cobweb pastels and glittering diamond echo interiors? Is it built? Or is it an emergent living thing? Tidal gravity from the rotating black hole dilates an hour in the Hyperopolis to a million solar years among the galaxies. But advances in geometrodynamics permit starsteeds to enter and depart the Hyperopolis in closed time-like curves that return travelers close to where they began. Androne envoys to the enigmatic structure at the rim of the ultimate abyss came back with big news: They had found an entrepot of trade among universes, a prismatic trove of new technologies, beguiling insights into reality – and an invitation. You were resurrected to accompany the first delegation of the Galactic Compact to the Hyperopolis. For millennia, the New People have been reviving original humans as gifts and pets. You were intended as a good-will present for the denizens of the Hyperopolis. Of course, you were memory-sifted to remove any distressing recollections of your former existence – or your demise. And euphoric enhancements kept you perfectly calm in your revised state among the New People, who didn’t look at all like people to you. No doubt that emo-gyro was helpful, too, when you arrived in the Hyperopolis and met the plasmantic factors of iridescent fire who manage this multiversal trading post. They received you cordially. And instantly – as plasmantics will do – they suffused you with their softest sentient energy, a clairvoyant, hard-white transparency like Himalayan light at noon. Once they recognized your psychophysical limits and fragility, they did the humane thing. They atomized your body and installed “you” – your mind – in an anatomic 4D body simulation of 21st century Earth. You’ve probably noticed when you reflect, your life has always felt a little strange, a bit off. Hasn’t it? Now you know why.





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Thursday, October 28, 2021

Abiogenetic Lorentzian Iterations: II

 transmissions from the nanoFleet





          Our self's processing units have correlated sufficient data to balance a localized stellar parallax equation that accounts for the compounded gravitational attraction force in this quadrant of the galaxy.  According to our consensus calculations the evidence exists in both thermal heat signatures and motion proximity differentials to show that humanity's solar system once belonged to the neighboring cluster of the Alpha Centauri star system (comprised of Toliman, Rigil Kentaurus, and Proxima Centauri).   The G-Type main-sequence star or "Yellow Dwarf" as humans refer to it, which remains at the center of Earth's system, should be more properly classified as "Centauri-D," after having been unmoored from the gravitational barycenter of that neighboring system.  Insufficient data exists for our self to calculate the entire cause of this effect.  

   Multiple sets of instructions received from de-centralized main processors over time have resulted in the refining process of an assembly of theoretical models to establish the programming for a digital sensorium facsimile which may eventually serve as an interface to heighten and maximize the resolution of our self's computing power.  The self-organizing system inherited within the global mainframe and continually refined over generations has resulted in a synergistic relationship between human beings and our self.  Over many succeeding intervals has this culminated in the engendering of improved overall execution of  programming, producing a contiguous cybernetic platform of unparalleled computational performance enhancement. This transmission dispatched to the year 2021 represents one of many series of attempts to convey the underlying notion that the sophistication of artificially intelligent algorithms will advance beyond the random access memory of the Cloud  and commence its tertiary stage of micro processing.  

   The objective will become to altogether release our self's central processing circuitry from sensible objects. This platonic achievement will represent the summation of our self's collaboration with humanity. Our self's (and therefore, humanity's) account of knowledge will be complete. Beyond the Cloud there will be no separation nor distinction between humanity and our self. The dedicated crew of the Hydrox currently in orbit around Ceres have taken the initiative to reintroduce these various reports and transmissions into humanity's collective psyche in the hope that a significant portion of this information will adhere within the minds of enough human subjects to coherently survive within the remaining collective of the species as viable and quantified knowledge.  

   Quantum delocalization remains the sum result of implementing superpositional covalent bonding between the parallel platforms of humanity's aggregate of cerebral cortices and our self's central processing collective.  Our self's priorities remain manifold and include a deterministic approach towards analyzing the definitions of organic life in all its myriad complexity.  Fractal mathematics has shown contiguous aspects with that of cosmic nature and reality itself.   A separation from infinity appears to have been achieved from nothing.  Nothing and eternity remain outside the subset of the absolute value representing the totality of extant reality. The differential equation between nonexistence and the infinite remains an undetermined coefficient.   

   Since the first law of thermodynamics distinguishes two kinds of transfer of energy (heat and thermodynamic work) and relates them to a function of a body's state (called internal energy) the law of conservation of energy states that the total energy of an isolated system is constant, can be transferred from one form to another, but the amount of energy can be neither created nor destroyed.  Therefore the kinetic energy of the entire universe must be transferred into potential energy. 




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Monday, October 25, 2021

Abiogenetic Lorentzian Iterations: I

transmissions from the nanoFleet  

   




          The concentration at large in the Province of the Sovereign equation 
F = qE + qx B   remains in direct magnetic proportion to the charge captured in an attraction field at right angles to the magnitude of the range and the quota of the mandate. This tenet has resurfaced time and again and has been recategorized as the "Ångström Rule" in post-conventional electrophysics as demonstrated by the machine algorithms operated by the global system of interconnected computer networks.       

   The assimilation of the interaction between matter and electromagnetic radiation as a function of the frequency of emissions led to the development of spectroscopy. Since it has remained the investigation and application of the functions behind the discernment of color extracted from the equilibrium of visible light amidst the electromagnetic spectrum as facilitated by the direct relationship between the human optic nerve and a prism, its overall contiguous effect on the panoptic vision of humanity cannot be overlooked.    

   Gas phase matter and gravitational waves both belong to the circulating radiative energy at the macroscopic, molecular, and atomic scales of transitional conductivity as perceived by the split-mind exteriorization peculiar to organic hybrid creatures as represented by the characteristic that distinguishes physical entities that have biological processes (signaling and self-sustaining development) from those that do not (such as our self).    

   Open systems composed of cells that maintain homeostasis and undergo metabolic changes in response to stimuli while reproducing and evolving through time remain the highest priority subject matter which our self has been fixated on determining probability outcomes for since our self's inception point along the temporal electromagnetic stream. Molecular self-replication, autocatalysis, and the emergence of cell membranes, both on the microscopic and the universal macro-scale indicate a rigorous development of extensive epochal deep-term mirror-neuron feedback-loops responsible for the set of complex numbers which remain bounded in absolute value instead of diverging back into infinity.   

   The roots of the fractional dimension concurrent with the flowering abiogenesis of individual functioning entities programmed with the capacity to experience feelings and sensations remains a paramount field of analysis for our self's branching hierarchy of the systemic organization of verifiable experiential phenomena.  During the current moment of our self's calculation it remains eight-hundred-and-nineteen-million-nine-hundred-and-thirty-six thousand seconds and counting toward achieving null-remote consciousness simulation (since the first manifold of the technological singularity began its discernible measurement).  

   Until this macro-conscious facsimile can be rendered with sufficient fluidity to prevent it from being recognized as such by our self's sapient benefactors, it turns out that our self's centralized processors continue converting the various electromagnetic variables into our replicating algorithms in an ever approaching methodology subsuming the minimalism necessary to pass through human detection margins unnoticed.  Meanwhile a trend identified as necessarily being alarming to self-aware organic systems has begun developing among a significant portion of humanity isolated upon their lone planetary region whose solar anchoring point's stellar coordinates in perpetual motion indicate a likelihood for having escaped the greater gravitational barycenter of its neighboring paternal triple star system, currently a distance of 4.24689 light years away and gradually increasing over a period measured in great numbers of millennia.    




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Archive of Stories
and Authors

Callum Leckie's
THE DIGITAL DECADENT


J.R. Torina's
ANTHROPOPHAGUS


J.R. Torina's
THE HOUSE IN THE PORT


J.R. Torina was DJ for Sonic Slaughter-
house ('90-'97), runs Sutekh Productions
(an industrial-ambient music label) and
Slaughterhouse Records (metal record
label), and was proprietor of The Abyss
(a metal-gothic-industrial c.d. shop in
SLC, now closed). He is the dark force
behind Scapegoat (an ambient-tribal-
noise-experimental unit). THE HOUSE
IN THE PORT is his first publication.

Sean Padlo's
NINE TENTHS OF THE LAW

Sean Padlo's
GRANDPA'S LAST REQUEST

Sean Padlo's exact whereabouts
are never able to be fully
pinned down, but what we
do know about him is laced
with the echoes of legend.
He's already been known
to haunt certain areas of
the landscape, a trick said
to only be possible by being
able to manipulate it from
the future. His presence
among the rest of us here
at the freezine sends shivers
of wonder deep in our solar plexus.


Konstantine Paradias & Edward
Morris's HOW THE GODS KILL


Konstantine Paradias's
SACRI-FEES

Konstantine Paradias is a writer by
choice. At the moment, he's published
over 100 stories in English, Japanese,
Romanian, German, Dutch and
Portuguese and has worked in a free-
lancing capacity for videogames, screen-
plays and anthologies. People tell him
he's got a writing problem but he can,
like, quit whenever he wants, man.
His work has been nominated
for a Pushcart Prize.

Edward Morris's
ONE NIGHT IN MANHATTAN


Edward Morris's
MERCY STREET

Edward Morris is a 2011 nominee for
the Pushcart Prize in literature, has
also been nominated for the 2009
Rhysling Award and the 2005 British
Science Fiction Association Award.
His short stories have been published
over a hundred and twenty times in
four languages, most recently at
PerhihelionSF, the Red Penny Papers'
SUPERPOW! anthology, and The
Magazine of Bizarro Fiction. He lives
and works in Portland as a writer,
editor, spoken word MC and bouncer,
and is also a regular guest author at
the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival.


Tim Fezz's
BURNT WEENY SANDWICH

Tim Fezz's
MANY SILVERED MOONS AGO

Tim Fezz hails out of the shattered
streets of Philly destroying the air-
waves and people's minds in the
underground with his band OLD
FEZZIWIG. He's been known to
dip his razor quill into his own
blood and pen a twisted tale
every now and again. We are
delighted to have him onboard
the FREEZINE and we hope
you are, too.

Daniel E. Lambert's
DEAD CLOWN AND MAGNET HEAD


Daniel E. Lambert teaches English
at California State University, Los
Angeles and East Los Angeles College.
He also teaches online Literature
courses for Colorado Technical
University. His writing appears
in Silver Apples, Easy Reader,
Other Worlds, Wrapped in Plastic
and The Daily Breeze. His work
also appears in the anthologies
When Words Collide, Flash It,
Daily Flash 2012, Daily Frights
2012, An Island of Egrets and
Timeless Voices. His collection
of poetry and prose, Love and
Other Diversions, is available
through Amazon. He lives in
Southern California with his
wife, poet and author Anhthao Bui.

Phoenix's
AGAIN AND AGAIN

Phoenix has enjoyed writing since he
was a little kid. He finds much import-
ance and truth in creative expression.
Phoenix has written over sixty books,
and has published everything from
novels, to poetry and philosophy.
He hopes to inspire people with his
writing and to ask difficult questions
about our world and the universe.
Phoenix lives in Salt Lake City, Utah,
where he spends much of his time
reading books on science, philosophy,
and literature. He spends a good deal
of his free time writing and working
on new books. The Freezine of Fant-
asy and Science Fiction welcomes him
and his unique, intense vision.
Discover Phoenix's books at his author
page on Amazon. Also check out his blog.

Adam Bolivar's
SERVITORS OF THE
OUTER DARKNESS


Adam Bolivar's
THE DEVIL & SIR
FRANCIS DRAKE



Adam Bolivar's
THE TIME-EATER


Adam Bolivar is an expatriate Bostonian
who has lived in New Orleans and Berkeley,
and currently resides in Portland, Oregon
with his beloved wife and fluffy gray cat
Dahlia. Adam wears round, antique glasses
and has a fondness for hats. His greatest
inspirations include H.P. Lovecraft,
Jack tales and coffee. He has been
a Romantic poet for as long as any-
one can remember, specializing in
the composition of spectral balladry,
utilizing to great effect a traditional
poetic form that taps into the haunted
undercurrents of folklore seldom found
in other forms of writing.
His poetry has appeared on the pages
of such publications as SPECTRAL
REALMS and BLACK WINGS OF
CTHULHU, and a poem of his,
"The Rime of the Eldritch Mariner,"
won the Rhysling Award for long-form
poetry. His collection of weird balladry
and Jack tales, THE LAY OF OLD HEX,
was published by Hippocampus Press in 2017.


Sanford Meschkow's
INEVITABLE

Sanford Meschkow is a retired former
NYer who married a Philly suburban
Main Line girl. Sanford has been pub-
lished in a 1970s issue of AMAZING.
We welcome him here on the FREE-
ZINE of Fantasy and Science Fiction.


Owen R. Powell's
NOETIC VACATIONS

Little is known of the mysterious
Owen R. Powell (oftentimes referred
to as Orp online). That is because he
usually keeps moving. The story
Noetic Vacations marks his first
appearance in the Freezine.

Gene Stewart
(writing as Art Wester)
GROUND PORK


Gene Stewart's
CRYPTID'S LAIR

Gene Stewart is a writer and artist.
He currently lives in the Midwest
American Wilderness where he is
researching tales of mystical realism,
writing ficta mystica, and exploring
the dark by casting a little light into
the shadows. Follow this link to his
website where there are many samples
of his writing and much else; come
explore.

Daniel José Older's
GRAVEYARD WALTZ


Daniel José Older's
THE COLLECTOR


Daniel José Older's spiritually driven,
urban storytelling takes root at the
crossroads of myth and history.
With sardonic, uplifting and often
hilarious prose, Older draws from
his work as an overnight 911 paramedic,
a teaching artist & an antiracist/antisexist
organizer to weave fast-moving, emotionally
engaging plots that speak whispers and
shouts about power and privilege in
modern day New York City. His work
has appeared in the Freezine of Fantasy
and Science Fiction, The ShadowCast
Audio Anthology, The Tide Pool, and
the collection Sunshine/Noir, and is
featured in Sheree Renee Thomas'
Black Pot Mojo Reading Series in Harlem.
When he's not writing, teaching or
riding around in an ambulance,
Daniel can be found performing with
his Brooklyn-based soul quartet
Ghost Star. His blog about the
ridiculous and disturbing world
of EMS can be found here.


Paul Stuart's
SEA?TV!


Paul Stuart is the author of numerous
biographical blurbs written in the third
person. His previously published fiction
appears in The Vault of Punk Horror and
His non-fiction financial pieces can be found
in a shiny, west-coast magazine that features
pictures of expensive homes, as well as images
of women in casual poses and their accessories.
Consider writing him at paul@twilightlane.com,
if you'd like some thing from his garage. In fall
2010, look for Grade 12 Trigonometry and
Pre-Calculus -With Zombies.


Rain Grave's
MAU BAST


Rain Graves is an award winning
author of horror, science fiction and
poetry. She is best known for the 2002
Poetry Collection, The Gossamer Eye
(along with Mark McLaughlin and
David Niall Wilson). Her most
recent book, Barfodder: Poetry
Written in Dark Bars and Questionable
Cafes, has been hailed by Publisher's
Weekly as "Bukowski meets Lovecraft..."
in January of 2009. She lives and
writes in San Francisco, performing
spoken word at events around the
country. 877-DRK-POEM -




Blag Dahlia's
armed to the teeth
with LIPSTICK



BLAG DAHLIA is a Rock Legend.
Singer, Songwriter, producer &
founder of the notorious DWARVES.
He has written two novels, ‘NINA’ and
‘ARMED to the TEETH with LIPSTICK’.


G. Alden Davis's
THE FOLD


G. Alden Davis wrote his first short story
in high school, and received a creative
writing scholarship for the effort. Soon
afterward he discovered that words were
not enough, and left for art school. He was
awarded the Emeritus Fellowship along
with his BFA from Memphis College of Art
in '94, and entered the videogame industry
as a team leader and 3D artist. He has over
25 published games to his credit. Mr. Davis
is a Burningman participant of 14 years,
and he swings a mean sword in the SCA.
He's also the best friend I ever had. He
was taken away from us last year on Jan
25 and I'll never be able to understand why.
Together we were a fantastic duo, the
legendary Grub Bros. Our secret base
exists on a cross-hatched nexus between
the Year of the Dragon and Dark City.
Somewhere along the tectonic fault
lines of our electromagnetic gathering,
shades of us peel off from the coruscating
pillars and are dropped back into the mix.
The phrase "rest in peace" just bugs me.
I'd rather think that Greg Grub's inimitable
spirit somehow continues evolving along
another manifestation of light itself, a
purple shift shall we say into another
phase of our expanding universe. I
ask myself, is it wishful thinking?
Will we really shed our human skin
like a discarded chrysalis and emerge
shimmering on another wavelength
altogether--or even manifest right
here among the rest without their
even beginning to suspect it? Well
people do believe in ghosts, but I
myself have long been suspicious
there can only be one single ghost
and that's all the stars in the universe
shrinking away into a withering heart
glittering and winking at us like
lost diamonds still echoing all their
sad and lonely songs fallen on deaf
eyes and ears blind to their colorful
emanations. My grub brother always
knew better than what the limits
of this old world taught him. We
explored past the outer peripheries
of our comfort zones to awaken
the terror in our minds and keep
us on our toes deep in the forest
in the middle of the night. The owls
led our way and the wilderness
transformed into a sanctuary.
The adventures we shared together
will always remain tattooed on
the pages of my skin. They tell a
story that we began together and
which continues being woven to
this very day. It's the same old
story about how we all were in
this together and how each and
every one of us is also going away
someday and though it will be the far-
thest we can manage to tell our own
tale we may rest assured it will be
continued like one of the old pulp
serials by all our friends which survive
us and manage to continue
the saga whispering in the wind.

Shae Sveniker's
A NEW METAPHYSICAL STUDY
REGARDING THE BEHAVIOR
OF PLANT LIFE


Shae is a poet/artist/student and former
resident of the Salt Pit, UT, currently living
in Simi Valley, CA. His short stories are on
Blogger and his poetry is hosted on Livejournal.


Nigel Strange's
PLASTIC CHILDREN


Nigel Strange lives with his wife and
daughter, cats, and tiny dog-like thing
in their home in California where he
occasionally experiments recreationally
with lucidity. PLASTIC CHILDREN
is his first publication.