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...
extremely soon:
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.
http://www.youtube.com/user/0deletist0
