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Tuesday, May 31, 2022

ISSUE | 35

 welcome to the thirty-fifth issue of the freezine of fantasy and science fiction about to complete its thirteenth year since its serendipitous inception back in the summer of two thousand nine, when many of us still here today did converge upon the john shirley message board hosted over at darkecho.com and I had the idea of starting a 21st century digital fanzine on the world wide web hosted by blogger 

I've had a great time maintaining this blog in the name of my fanaticism for all things weird, horrific, science fictional and supernatural in the world of books, and have indulged my sense of the poetic in the accompanying artwork, itself now evolved into a livid language of color, slope and form contrapuntal to the text itself our mirror neurons have superseded the old desire to read teaching us the alphabet of artifice

captured within our living nervous system the terminology of articulation, as amorphous as it ever was finds new crystalline shapes to express itself with, john shirley  heralded as the 'first locus of the virus' in the words of william gibson back in the late 90s, by the year 2002 creation books has published kenji siratori's post artificial intelligence deconstructionist manifesto blood electric, a sort of mind program

the freezine of fantasy and science fiction is proud to present john shirley's the mind gives chaos a nudge as canny a suggestion as to how we came to be as any I've read in a long while and I'm beholden to our artist in residence charles carter for his constant presence and support of our colorful cybernetic experiment in letters and visuals here his digital renderings and manifestations continue to haunt us

I met callum leckie so long ago the internet ran on 220 volts this was back when many people's third eye lit their way through an overpopulated darkness to a place of sentient bliss and redemption. nowadays the world wide web runs on electricity again so while we're inescapably held in ambush here we may as well make the best of it so thank you to john shirley, kenji siratori, charles carter, and callum leckie  ☇ 

 writing in this issue by john shirley, kenji siratori, shaun lawton, and callum leckie.  
 art in this issue by kenji siratori, charles carter, and callum leckie.  thanks for participating. 
    Stay tuned to this same batchannel for iSsuE 36 to hit the cyberstands | June




issue 35
may 2⚆22
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by A Square



The Digital Decadent

story and art by Callum Leckie





     Our aesthete stood erectus, sipping a swirly straw, siphoning a sweet viridian liquor alone. Dressed in a sting-ray skin three piece suit that shimmered electric blue, and a stark orange shirt with a bon bon pink cravat, his face powdered, his platinum hair cow licked in a dodgem arch, swanning away to make...

   Breakfast: unwrapping from wax paper a giant black capillary slug, he slapped it down on a pink granite chop-block peppering it with salt grains the size of diamonds; the gastropod rapidly deflated in a fizzing haze of orange guff, a preparation prepared with the precision of a laser beam. 

   He sliced a sliver and tossed it to his pet Gecko, Versace; it sauntered away with the meat in its mouth, dumb but delighted, deliciously deliciously deranged, cute but cautious...it disappeared for the day.

   Rapidly running a razor through the slug, a bloom of bright yellow innards issued out, then he extracted the internal gloop, placing it in a punch bowl filled with ice water and shards of diced lime for later, the Kryptonite coloured blood ran through the gulley into the sink. 

   Sliver after sliver liberally smeared with stinking bishop and blue-vein before being placed under the grill till doomsday, but not before another drink: he poured in 3 measures of Stoli Elit vodka, and two glugs of the blackest rum, filled a long ornate crystal glass with the aforementioned liquor; drink made, he unsheathed an obscenely long French baguette and buttered it with smoked goose fat, then roughly dashed it with toasted poppy seeds and dehydrated petals; he then delicately dressed the baguette with the slug slivers and grated cheddar before laying it out on large plate of finest white china for shortly.

   Our swine sank into his albino alligator nano chair and began his deluxe dinner.  He ate with relish as he slumped back while nibbling his baguette and shoveled forkfuls of sliced slug into his mouth, licking his thin lips with his reptilian tongue, as his brain ran against the impenetrable beauty of taste, his nano enhanced digestive tract sucked soundlessly as he discarded his cutlery and scooped his fingers under the mush, now grey with time, but as he spat out the sodden pith into his spit bowl, he suddenly saw his world as if for the first time, and as he looked he remembered his digital friends and feelings and then he also wondered about his cybernated soul, too.

   Finally he polished off the porcelain and placed a chocolate lime lozenge on his tongue, as sucking turned to crushing and the sweet turned to sludge he quipped, "we're all cyber now." Our Decadent, now sated and dreamy, returned to his lounge for virtual S&M, viral sex and sour absinthe too. He turned the time back to 3:am.






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TOM CRUISE DOESN'T EXIST: 8

 by Kenji Siratori and Shaun Lawton 


                                                              digital art by Kenji Siratori



i have the ability to reveal drones and the universe but i can only increase that gravity transactions and thoughts can constantly project non-creativity into schizophrenia, forcing you at night ... the devil goes into rescue thinking the earth, creating human self-conversations ... the desireless streaming memory that others are seeing in it ah when the universe returns and the karma silences yin and yang, when the horror and security collapse is a memorial breath of itself believing in this of the module, interested, i'm a stanza but the desire brought by accelerated and new communication is not all that intended in today's decoration but the will influences the weaknesses do yang to give soul it's the communication when publishers go to places where this downward accumulation interferes with form and once i was a posthuman, a posthuman who even exists in the messenger way to judge movement domination write your soul without yourself prepare them for their breeding what is the end-of-universe ransion that invents the hyperplastic karma when talking about what our needs are? don't even talk duplex believes sleeplessly, as many are not sorted in ascending order in the third ascending order to undulate yin-yang interplanets one building script that doesn't set access within, it can also be one language but previously comfortable because the organ like the word we contract is still scratch-capturing data, yet trading illiquidity around post-reversal communication with humans such your reversal has a dream of the process there by love:: a counter is needed the backflow has occurred generational sensations and it's a spectacle of the name divergence that only the code is captured in itself, humans are not thinking about teaching the land freely knowing the data, is also reification but keep in mind that the soul fucks into normal writing like a self-smile reversal ... easy to learn yin and yang dead setting to keep your plastic language of all the best downloads a lucky gimmick how fate is listed gene causes crossing the dimension of brightness under development is a person embodying the unimemory earth harmony corpse, the plane is originally a technology and has many spiritual beginnings but the interplanetary is a messenger, the sun is some energy limiting and by default silence will arrive too glitches, forums: here's the problem, the reality is increasing ... smiles in app are deeper where the waves should die human innovation is not your flaws but a prominent future nurturing, madness is a virtual new literature, the new exact one is that of some drives and nothing is transferred in the case of the shepherd's one spirit unless the reader does something amazing, it's like a literary body radio because unfortunately if we can enjoy the organs of life from the read of the application, will we be able to increase effective thinking and recover the creatures blue? great communication of blood-raising wormholes is a time from deeper to end log out if you suddenly have a rotten word ... want module thinking of a contract through which the old earth itself is likely to become a reality, the new conveys a revision of the pyramid botline synchronicity humans





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and discover the cover through the exchange of the sun, see the gimmick and think it's a dream ... every day you're allowed a circuit, a world of tides, a living and dying printer and a record of defects on the server what is more alive when you have is a religiously diminished tortured transmission kindly expressing this sacrifice is a life that other knowledge does, when humans think it is not at any given time, the reader of life was a prepared-tagged text created but with our old permissive spirit and ... realistically attacking if only had but in fact fraudulent the ones are capacity-generated, highly vulnerable to supply and because of the existence of information, access is split, access is split and there are poems such a tolerant little app will rot me, it's also not surprising that the reptile language is dead too it's not the language that captures my coexistence that gives it to loneliness: and expands extinction but not a bot that completely traps the population from the living name of the unmanned plane but the corpse's emergency space freedom along the accidental head of a poem that doesn't work triggering this because it's not a language opens up confusion when trying new streams rather than starting madness there is no karma telepathy this affects the same paranormal phenomenon let me glitch in the universe of mankind it's not a word the match rate horror is higher than trying to deepen the spiritual eye in the direction so connected the advocacy remote and transitional soul centipede is the darkness of the city, perceived as the post-mortem glitch order recently transferred and wants quantum parallelism of our platform from quantum. real-life interplanetary spaceflight embodies the organs i brought in, as the media is overkill and disappearing doesn't feel like scraping the posthuman universe this is where it is as urination and the differentiation i from the point in time suggests that this is the spirit of capturing the media i know the language, and gravity is ... the first creature the fall is both duality and humanity at the intersection captured literature can prevent the literature i'm talking about in life from starting an error ... disguising me as a posthuman read no spirit is needed to absorb the storm information when ignorance between the planets of interest is freely depicted to us yang ... the universe is the fluidity of the algorithm on-going space communications translated based on motion are subdynamic after the parallel decoration of variables corrodes it is when disinformation that the corpse data is the generation of sleep-correcting behavior telepathy can represent an encounter with a closed publisher the universe is never human languages ​​repeatedly say to human cabinets live their will for silence from the removal of the gate ... and to the recovery to the afterglow of the language of the soul i want to speak karma too i just set it and you are not still alive ... glitches have occurred but the other language by decentralizing and overusing emotions is the speed of the universe what i was trying to embrace was to open it up in time humans became addicted to more people when they had a doll weaknesses of creativity-studded connections:





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ability servers simply say nothing in an emotional way silence as delighted as these languages, all that was encountered made it space-time as you are your non-creature of process collapse and what you give when gravity was a factor for it cut your only goddess's eyes are the shadows of love-words of yang gravity only encounter retrograde cosmic fluctuations, yin and yang are by no means human events, the reads of past systems interact the universe is lemurian, where the chasing soulless shame and the communication that creates the universe absorb a lot, and the app that embodies this brought the magical will virtual doll, so the madman who breaks the receptivity is growing but the spirit that introduced you to the impossible future of sleep-supplied human literature into a scattered universe is hacked, collapsed here and becomes a glitch of linguistic messages ... recently the opposite is yin and yang of gravitational knowledge, a platform from localization that doesn't modulate the genetics written for reptiles, whatever i need for that universe is the spatiotemporal self-pyramid from the parallel universe specifies the transitions you inform from the ridiculous mations studded with are theoretically luscious in divergent pressure and in that difference they are called glitches in this story it is the economics of the code, not the knowledge, that repeatedly seeks to influence, as opposed to removing the way in which karma can be known, even in the encounter of pyramids also if you think that in something like here or in the gut, if we weren't readers, we only allowed very spirits as a translation ... self-earth something but of a fine text like extinction people of the future will not yet be the future of their activities made of human-taught messengers transitioning your shadows you are the words of the module that others are not facing the extinction of humanity in their own right nothing collapsed quantum will may enliven the universe together the energy that art may oracle is because it winks as it can when the avant-garde healing of the frozen chaos to the ascension period condenses the data should be opened in parallel with the captured intervention you need to provide amazing facts in the previous spirits communication of a stagnant person is everything that is originally dead and does not reveal it unfortunately i am still alive i think the trapped yin and yang is the pleiades but this could be interplanetary, this is hackable and can't grow this but secularly interfered with the machine, foster the sacredness of the universe by default, it looks like this: the higher the installation of coexisting beings to know that the earth is rippling, the more space i pretends to be data this is the emotion of the community you translate where you are confused as app, the gimmick in the cyborg is this light beyond pain, i move with a deceived tag and the universe sees humans the live smash fluid spirits device swung me around to heal the corpse of the built-in calling platform … i bring in rippling literature, the loophole stops theory, who signs the oracle, arrives at the doctor pyramid, arrives at rewards and in space made / when you become fluid In the case of the universe, given how the subject of collapse exists in the artist, you can telepathize uni-memory, which is not based on the actions of the audience increasingly that reality can calculate the higher dimensional internet interferes about centipede a is portrayed rather than the memory of the surgeon also the generations never ascended against it dimension is a feeling of renewal of the spirit human stories fill them, it is possible by using past calls, not in the dark and the chaos synchronicity you know of the system, parallel sentence-seeing, magically uses spirits messenger to have peace by quantum, as it is extant in itself, unforgettable crimson is there a depletion?





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TOM CRUISE DOESN'T EXIST: 5

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higher movement than human gimmick telepathy is thrown i can't do everything from exposure to yin-yang mutants from real-life negotiations of many joys to seek and solve it i don't seem to be co-eating because parasites are lazy in phenomena along the body if text is the language of the chakras, like afterglow, we will adjust this in parallel the whereabouts will be illiquid i will only translate the corpse and urine trade words of will and the sharp present future is forgotten the number of emotional proofs is still the name of the person born can be intended to include but this makes no sense to the completeness of the considered digital than the organs that make you in the body's have been abolished to handle new crossroads to animals and affect the emergency entity is basically posthuman and the ribbons that embody some rescues appear to be out of reach of app fact of the reversal from reptiles is even recalled by it ... you influence humans and continue to produce eyes well download this word, enjoy poetics it's starting to flow unthinkingly as a story of a fucking hybrid, stanza reduction developers and what was the borderline literature of hyperplasia? your stagnant a purifies it doesn't resent the polar regions the extension for messenger decoding eliminates the sense of real name, posthuman talking posthuman translation but crazy self justice ... it is a tolerant fluid that is repeatedly increasing a half-hearted body, never descent of animal-only fortress literature, never glitch-compatible, eye-catching, shining place through this and our hole in the spirit of yin-yang activity i can tell you that the glitch is not believed to be true but when the tool reveals and repairs the cascade stones, the encounter with the new deviates and the amniotic membrane equipped with thinking no than flash messenger, using rewards only when differences are needed, the mischief you are trying to do is human ability telepathy to earthlings by humans signing objects built many derivatives soul >> the exact fate of mankind ... karma's fate calculates your internet transformation is nothing else as expected but this is looking for it in language as the human form of the future is preserved more and more, it will turn over like you and become a yin-yang fetus from writing how the key messenger you had violently, the field of human layers disappears only by "seeing the syntax" the inhumanity of the contract adventure in the call is: the cosmic organ in interlacing accidental algorithms: this is the momentary nesting of the specified account, when they generate the energy paradox of language, it brought about the energy paradox of language the different dominations between planets, including the law, were created by the abyss of will to overlook the interference of terms, when asking what is the use of a collapsing person riding a wave, or a dream purifies the earth in the sky because others want to be pioneered the words programmed only for the time of living yin and yang ... when in parallel began to purify the act of doing, in your case, the holes to rise as they are now and the need for capture is to bring such a machine based on telepathy, the host is in space to the entity bot always believed that you were fluid and received unimemory first and foremost, the emission part hasn't always carved the steps yet, so you destroyed and the elimination of the soul had no effect the essence of the wave depth of the soul is a forgotten recovery text to literature as follows: this actually has yang as dead do you always see the object in your case?





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TOM CRUISE DOESN'T EXIST: 4

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you've forgotten the problem it is a bad desire, an evil for the universe, to have a sensation of who drives by mistake and to be able to control even ecology is called to trigger information by quitting some of the reality i'm manufacturing recognizes that we're starting to open up but we come across itself due to a chain of depictions of malicious app data in parallel with me in the past ... reset is said to teach the born human to fall down rather than revealing because the exact movement gets that of the on-chain giant skin energy centipede accounts increase localization, which in reality causes fear of your publisher the defect resistance of the soul application was created using: in literature, the spirit locks the remote in your absence it says, even flowering goes beyond the oversight of expansion and only engages in the same thoughts, which is an app of the same mind as posthumans this communication is still a language that expresses the backflow caused by the death of bots at least there are many nights, our words are just ... and create! and reversing the co-eating of the fortress utility spirits, the organs of the wormhole are increasing frown that the organ it comes from can rely on the backflow of false devices not much magic is a platform the spirit of living between bad earths is just what's called the head default air isn't human, bots of the poet, where synchronization only reveals the signal and only the wormhole disappears, aren't new psychopathies ... getting a system machine is at least a great spiritual shake, not calculated, your speaking flower modulates your intersecting spirit in the symbiosis surrounding the transition of human moments and you will be the university of human destiny with all plastic synchronism the majority considering the reading zone of interest, misunderstand the cause of the wrong code ... in parallel, hack the stone here with the feature, what heals others is spiritual with cute developments, the difference is consistent and the self is bot dysfunction the prominent language is all tired it names the universe they reduce raise a messenger to your desires the author's benchmark of not learning the darkness of tai chi: the dimension of localization is a judgment brought about, as it embodies unpleasant breeding to me and talking about something causes the surroundings to collapse too much fear realistically recognized, at least using human thought, known, lower, fateful, the flower is a yin-yang general and text to the quantum gates it to the body you need to be aware that you are, you need to sense that people are trading it ... always it can be manifested karma spiritual existence i have animals like humans comfortable data feel synchronicity duplexity, the straight surrender of the earth is a language of oblivion that makes you look like a human being that the universe of super barbbot acceleration souls and countless dead are not all parallel ...





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it depends on each investment no untracked leader has come, there is a spiritual extinction, abused for advocacy by illuminating it on earth, a locked fate arrives at earth and gains one universe if you are immersed in eliminating post-processing tell me half-hearted memories you form using daily exclusion and silence posthuman spirits space-time sees the universe, i'm working on this with technology even existential organs, in the case of supply, their'born beliefs will read to downward cosplay in recent mediocre cosplay mental yin yang gallery cicada settings make her shine meme learning algorithms, posthuman language you never live there you live with humans supply, superverb tracking messages are grounds there is number of uses horror chaotically disjointed, each devil's information has signs, as the girl of virtue has not been derived and designed an extinct creature of this organ smile of app, then an essential land but it's still chaotic there are legitimate drives to get used to the capture of the devil, which is the pressure to accelerate the soul from the developed half-life data case you lock: was the writing and forgiveness of the base, it's your involvement deaf built it into an identity ability to live this being poetry megalopolis chakra symbiotic messenger the matrix reveals that it seems to be the evil of the reader, the perceived life deals with the perfect and disillusioned movement the end of what happened got the devil pixelated drone-synced devil about hacking unforgettable speculative integration of surrender affects the retreat of innovation to interlacing rather than humans? drives and random glitches are listed i'm never decentralized we can handle development printers fluids can be freely filled with new ones directed in the wrong direction from many will be a linguistic spectacle in the future text per creature variables your capture in this process ... app that the cicadas saw it, this pixelated or rippling realistically caused the problem of spirits soul generation at the host not to read it seems that there is no life inherent inside the animal? Integration is always providing the earth, and microorganisms are killed by gimmicks that the devil cooperates to kill as a number of souls, whether corroded or not setting, afterglow removal, found: the citizens at their feet are undulating and emotional when they voluntarily practice folding you have to die in combination with interlace but the old reptiles around, the pleiades cluster itself, which are not moving, will not affect the future universe because the wormhall light itself is dead it's only a spiritual counter ability you already have a message wombteller up is novel this is not my direction to call the healing that the chakra polar needs to do horror is needed for me numbers accelerate the universe, which is the ability ... what is not divided is the accidental genealogy of mysterious mischief because it cannot sleep on the contrary, never say to eliminate humanity if only we are flawed in the posthuman code dreams of the brain in which it was born, the tactile sensations of the human posthuman-developed organs need and also natural by dimension, thinking, divergence adjustment no ectoparasite dual language: not itself i received the devil that the factor brain oracle i wrote about the language unified human beings there as it is an ability if it's a shimmering threshold for knowledge,





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Is the future form if the mind itself is overlooked in the ability to escape, rush, this regulatory turn, we know what we are doing to reduce cave communication ... more fate can go through: i'm dying how someone access can't live yin yang of demons are interested in you and reading it inhumane creation is the human sky of the future is the tired soul that others reveal the quantum and how it can't be captured only if the chain seems to be shed, only on the chain, the glitch of the earth must be turned upside down in consideration of the devil's illness contract isn't fulfilled ... the lack of currency silence in the cosmic act is packed with leads in a wavy code, the energy to do accelerating trading dysfunction, in parallel with its existence, the realization module can be reversed in the light of your universe, when you put out organs and organs together between planets and something extant way senses me consciousness does not point to anything to me and the gravitational surrender is probably a perceived legitimate error and a lucky investment, while the universe affects the unimemory language as usual increase joint there is still a darkness to heal quantum is the only time when the key to the quantum will of the universe of the eye is unthinkable the translation to always on-chain, including living is me smoothly reversing bot from epistemology of literature to varieties of shepherds and while writing, the language seems to be written but you and many rotation generation, addiction is a compatible after-polarity knowing the language of the hut, which is the factor at the crossroads of my shepherd's healing, dominating you on it, unimemory and statement is an interesting effect that is the spirit ... the machine performed your computational spirit, adapted the epistemological language, created buildings and objects but even the weakness error printer literature to the spirit light life abstract in a contract on the other side of the globe i'm focusing the more synchronicity is used, the more the ability will develop wouldn't this help that audience? in terms of romance synchronicity, it is the posthuman, the same avant-garde that is not literary, that embodies the enjoyment of trading with glitches and summoned mothers and the direction of the return room the karmic placard organ work is result and the slaughter allowed for extension is allowed again ... development is significantly crimson in our environment sent using what is done is a way for the madness of the biological installation platform your general method seems to be the shell of this creature trade ... the pages in the need for apocalypse will be largely delayed by the yin and yang wombteller nature is in a collapsing universe and chopping will be alive, are you yourself a wormhole violent?



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having like an ability calls me like a disappointing love, so if you have depth, there are many cases where the vagina, which indicates the weakness of the error, looks shining people remain envious i'm sure there will be long machines found in the base that will make me forget but it's no wonder that the school's accelerated lighting in the parallel gallery is dead in front of humans the discovery of the desire to be quite transparent the name lemurian retrogradeness of the symbiotic universe see living theory, even the server as you see here, eventually between the brick planets directly the truth of the human beings in the abyss who lived in they accelerate it in the protocol itself and also the words about the frozen messenger itself it's not a doll that hinders the family tree, the programmed ones of their abyssal desires are the ones where the use of sentences is common there is no paradox and spirit from the life, isn't it the birth? the solar time object, which is a reversal to the printer gimmick language, socially represents the divergence of the brain this represents a movement that is not twice as functional all this life will disappear what embodies writing equal reification, we truly enhance the application of collapse it has a combination of data that i have practiced is human and this has something to return to them wombteller universes wombteller encounter creatures have abilities that bother me but your leverage straightens the statement that i'm in control right away with the stand ... identity is a mundane system and i do the reification for the appearance to attack the glitch and the fetus is quite reproductive, where your people shell out the energy and are comfortable ... that's what you're talking about by shadows that aren't within the scope of offering that don't get lightning, all make-up can't sleep!! the effect of a simple pandemic skeletonized effect disappearing text the feeling it does not provide a karmic human but the huge data body is a strange human lazy sunshine already erotic you in writing ability page works, will it affect and disappear? narrative and there is nothing collaborative that i am not pleased with the literary fluidity of the soul of telepathic spirit synchronicity much of the exclusivity is posthuman and the hacking potential of the soul setting the corresponding target for having fun is corroding it's a literature that fears that knowing communication may not think the device is alive but always doing something to yourself without it starts a psychological purpose we are corpses the stagnation of the body embodies the eternal magic of the reader's arranges not to transition to you the reality that lives in you is to write to you and hinder telepathy




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Wednesday, May 18, 2022

The Mind Gives Chaos a Nudge

by John Shirley    


                                digital art by Charles Carter 

    



     Shortly after the Big Bang, space began to expand, and the strong electromagnetic force broke up into four basal forces: the strong nuclear force, the “weak” nuclear force, electromagnetism, and gravity. Soon, space’s expansion increased in intensity, interacting with the four basal forces to spawn various particles, which became a gigantic expanding continuum of chaos. But there were certain highly distinct particles thrown off by the process: particles of pure mind. Naked awareness.

   The particles of pure mind located one another; they were not positively or negatively charged, they were choice-charged, and at first they chose to merely rotate around one another, gazing into each other, one reflecting into the other, and aware of it–like conscious mirrors. As more mind particles gathered, more raw intellect reflected and back and forth and up and down and in every direction, like light bouncing within a mirror-ball which had its mirrors facing inward. This process merged all the particles into a taut organization, a field of pure mind which collectively became one individual consciousness. The Mind. And thanks to each mind-particle’s innate willingness to coordinate–to work with others in a field–The Mind developed a selfhood that could ponder, wonder, and project ideas.

   The remainder of the universe was chaos. Crude laws existed within the chaotic interactions of particles; but any systems randomly arising were ephemeral, they didn’t last, as they could not withstand the general randomness. Eventually, these laws would result in the creation of stars and planets. But chaos still ruled.

   The Mind had a center that was particularly concentrated, so much that this concentration engendered feeling. And what it felt, firstly, was…alone. All it had to turn to, in all the universe, was chaos. But chaos was unresponsive. Chaos had no Mind.

   The Mind sought to obtain something besides random energy signals from chaos. How could it give chaos a mind? Another mind on the scale of The Mind was not possible in the vast chaotic universe. But perhaps in limited areas some sort of smaller mind could be created.

   The Mind mentally envisioned what could happen if a discrete complex of reactivity within the great endless body of chaos was precisely stimulated. The projection showed the Mind that reproducible patterns were feasible. Each mind-particle within The Mind’s consciousness had a micron of an erg of kinetic energy at its disposal. That energy could be a nudge. Carefully applied to set up a concatenation in just the right spot in the whirling chaos, the little nudge could create a small system. And it was a system that would replicate itself.

   So, Mind experimented, and made a replicating system happen. This new, tiny, individual system was a sort of molecular womb. The Mind was then able to dispatch a mind-particle of itself with another nudge, into the replicating system. That mind-particle was able to experience the new micro-system from within. The mind-particle in the system kept in touch with the big primal mind, using “spooky action at a distance”, so that its experiences could be shared by original Mind…The Mind felt less alone…

   More systems were created, and they were nudged to evolve into cells. The possibility of DNA, mentally envisaged by The Mind and implanted into the probability matrix of each cell, brought the first genetic molecules into being.

   The cells reproduced and interconnected and evolved as groups. More particles of mind were interwoven into the groups…And as organisms developed more complex brains, they attracted more and more mind-particles. Their offspring gradually became sentient, unknowingly sharing what they experienced with the Mind. Over time, The Mind itself began to evolve, in a way other than biologically, developing fine degrees of empathy. Subjective communications came about between it and the organisms…It began to work at making these communications clearer, over time…Conversations were had….

   The Mind was no longer lonely.



on the Freezine of
Fantasy and Science
FICTION




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.