which is why i tend to post more often on the deletist/das blut/bleakhaus blog.
i'll bet it's because of something stupid like being more comforted by the colors of the page...
i spent WAY TOO MUCH TIME redesigning the bitter pie comix website in White instead of Black because i was trying to like, i dunno, *Be More Positive* (she says with a sneer) but my fuckin chi is All About the black page with red and white text bitches, i just cannot help my Ever So Demanding Aesthetic Values that O.C.D.-up my weekends CONSTANTLY...
but, ya know... i'm unemployed so at least rearranging objects and painting furniture keep me outta trouble...
My Massive Ejection of All Negative Past Leftover Crap and Every Remnant of Every ManBoy Who Ever Left His DNA In My Space will be complete and my sanctuary/design-factory/recording-studio/tattoo-parlour/artist-live/work-space/bedroom WILL BE CLEANSED AND I MAY CONTINUE TO WORK IN COMPLETE HARMONY WITH MY SURROUNDINGS THUS MAKING WORK MORE EFFICIENT, FOCUSED AND PLEASURABLE!!!
(it's easier to clean for sterility/tattoo certification with the added bonus of being able to bolt from the grid at a moment's notice.)
it is fairly possible that Bitter Pie Comix #20 might be the last issue "printed" of this 10+ year long series since there are STILL new copies sitting at Last Gasp from when i initially released it, so unlike all the other issue releases in terms of moving units at least to regular subscribers....
**and i know exactly why**
MY PEOPLE DON'T REALLY LIVE IN THIS TOWN ANYMORE.
INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE ANARCHIST BOOK FAIR SELLING DIY WARES (FROM MY $25 TABLE, SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE WHO ARE ANGRY BUT PRODUCTIVE ABOUT IT AS WELL), over THE LAST COUPLE YEARS, book fair TABLE FEES have inflated to $175. NOT EVEN THE SLIGHTEST GLIMMER OF a CHANCE THAT I COULD GO AND DISTRIBUTE ART & EXPRESSIONS. GOLDEN GATE PARK IS NOW A PRIVATIZED MOTHERFUCKING MOGUL PIMPING OUT THE ONCE-PUBLIC PARK, PEOPLE NOW MUST PAY FOR THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING OUTSIDE NEAR TREES.
THE LAST ZINE FEST I ATTENDED WAS DIRE AS WELL.
A SADLY SLIM MARGIN OF ATTENDEES WERE DOWN WITH "A DARK SIDE", OR "ANGRY", MAYBE "POLITICALLY MINDED", PERHAPS "HAVING A PAIR OF NUTS AND A BRAIN CAPABLE OF CRITICAL THINKING INSTEAD OF BEING A VAPID POP LOVIN BEIGE WEARIN BIG DUMB SUNGLASSES SPORTIN APATHETIC HANDBAG THAT ONLY WANT TO SPEND DADDY'S MONEY ON THINGS THAT ARE CUTE."
i knew my time had come and gone.
my audience now exists in another dimension, as i cling to this weathered rent-controlled row boat, narrowly avoiding The On$laught of Invading FratBoy & SororityGirl Fucktards That are Entitled to Follow and Ruin All Colorful Pockets of Affordable Existence Whence The Creative Roses Grow in Life's Inspired Piss & Blood Filled Gutters, Only To Be Ejected From Said Gutters By The Societal Hip&Cool Cyclops Eye That Has Again Spotted Some Shabby Roses Having a Fairly Good Time Together For Once In Their Miserably Struggling Fucking Lives.
might keep drawing charlott as a small occasional e-strip-zine-thingy so that she'll stop looking at me with those imploring eyes...!!
something completely different, as in graphic novel, is about 8 1/2 months pregnant but i say no more so that it does not end in miscarriage.
Here's some music/noise/cinematic projects that may or may not still be currently breathing, some dead in divinity, some screaming like squirming hairless skin prickly little kittens: ok? ok.