Zine By Love Beth Drew
3 (fictional?) stories
of use turned to abuse
knew I shouldn’t have cut through the alley. Besides the rancid
smells of dumpsters and fry-vat ventilators, there was Sid, who
made a living as he hid behind the giant fenced in transformer.
As his last customer left, I passed by, and he said hi. Real casual
like, but he knew just by my stride that he was going to have a
good day. At first I refused, but we both knew it was just a courtesy...
Case History :::
Tales from past demons
don't have an underground subculture to mesh myself into, no matter
what you may think of me. You are wrong. I am alone. I can not
slither into the dark abyss of the underground to escape the mockery
and taunts from the waking world, because I am not welcomed there
any more than I am in the offices. I don't have the proper uniform,
no matter what brigade I am following, and so I glide purposelessly
from person to person, group to group...
Being a Plus Size Woman
Not Otherwise Specified :::
day personality, disorder, and dreams
you're a gondolier!
Is This All I am?
The Symbol and the Real
Have you had any recurring dreams?
Illustration by John Schultz
Patience vs. Laziness
::: Phone Calls
From The Dead :::
the past returns with a vengeance
Email From Theresa
Eighty Milligrams :::
personal zine unlike any other
read several theories that a segmentation process is what living
is about. You start off whole, then you’re born into the
world. Then your soul-pieces get segmented after events in life
that leave an impact, and eventually you’re walking around
just a part of a whole. It’s our duty, our mission, our
meaning in life, to reclaim those pieces of ourselves from the
people whom we allowed to take them. And if we die before we get
those pieces back, get those matters resolved, then it’s
just more work that we have to do later...
point A to point B
Corrugated Soul-piece Thief