I’ve never been so excited about DEATH.
The word is comfort.
This big yellow envelope with its exotic stamps from another state
drops in my lap
I hold what I can
cause the rest falls to the floor
you will die!
stay punk kid!
The alligator laughs and I wonder if I am inside its jaw
DEATH is about trying, about never giving up, about not giving a fuck.
The first story inside this DEATH is dark, bordering psychotic, alarm bells ring a sort of Silence Of The Lambs starring Steinbecks Lennie, then it busts with image, nothing correlates but it fits. Death Zine is gorgeous, his BADASS MOTHER FUCKING COLOURING BOOK soothes. Hope I am invited to his funeral.
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URBAN F 