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My Dirty Hands #3 (Free)
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The first thing I notice that I love about this is that the classic slap
and paste zine technique is used so well and entertaining and doesn't
clutter up the pages, transferring good with the Xeroxing, very visually
pleasing. Holy cow the writing is good! Ach! Something you don't see
much in most moron poetry, which is so full of angst, you want to vomit.
Oh this has Angst, but you know... some drops of intelligence that make
it sit way better.
Poems, like the opening one, are haunting and wonderful: Would we
even notice if half the world of people were clones? Conformity is like a
sickness, an airborne virus, smothering in the glow of the Big Cat
Capitalists cigar, I wonder if when I die, will they stuff me in a pink
box? Stamped with a serial number, Barcoded existence..."
Wow. Great. This from a high school student? Damn! I if you like a
solid zine with good poetry and great images, this is it.
Fatguys
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This comic is rude, crude mean and overall horrible to people! I LOVE IT!
The first has page has the Fatguys making fun of "mentally challenged"
kids at a bus stop....ha! The book goes on with many a hi-jinx mixed
Tourettes Syndrome Sensibilities.
One thing creeps me out: Page 5, the Fat Guy whose having the heart
attack, look a lot, and I mean a lot, like me! Eeerie....(And I smoke too)
The one thing I can complain about: Not enough! I know it's a bitch to
get a comic out, but man, am I waiting for the next one.
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