angry is the new cute.

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 <b>THINGS THAT ARE CUTE<i></i></b>.” 

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

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this song is the only reliable person i can trust on a fairly regular basis.

&lt; in the interim &gt; as i wait the 2 weeks for my access to the autoclave to return from vacation, and the 4 weeks for the suddenly reappearing absentee roommate to move that mountain of possessions from the centre of the music room so that practice/recording can help me avoid smacking bitches up, i screen printed some new designs using the off-contact method.  although it took a bit of getting used to, the results are far superior and more consistent than older prints of white ink onto black shirts.  this is water based (if you can believe it), because when i tried using a new kind of plastisol, i thought i was gonna crack open my skull to remove migraine brain from whatever reaction i was having to simply TOUCHING the ink&#8230; if you&#8217;re interested in rescuing the 98% full quarts of black and white, i&#8217;m selling them on ebay: http://www.ebay.com/itm/140705885943?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&amp;_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649 http://www.ebay.com/itm/140705886643?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&amp;_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649#shId as well as the new appropriated &amp; redesigned Don&#8217;t Fuckin Care Bear print &#8212; cuz it makes your day just that much more liberating when you, in fact, Don&#8217;t Fuckin Care, Bear!  http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=140706384624

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as i wait the 2 weeks for my access to the autoclave to return from vacation, and the 4 weeks for the suddenly reappearing absentee roommate to move that mountain of possessions from the centre of the music room so that practice/recording can help me avoid smacking bitches up,

i screen printed some new designs using the off-contact method.  although it took a bit of getting used to, the results are far superior and more consistent than older prints of white ink onto black shirts.  this is water based (if you can believe it), because when i tried using a new kind of plastisol, i thought i was gonna crack open my skull to remove migraine brain from whatever reaction i was having to simply TOUCHING the ink…

if you’re interested in rescuing the 98% full quarts of black and white, i’m selling them on ebay:

http://www.ebay.com/itm/140705885943?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649

http://www.ebay.com/itm/140705886643?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649#shId

as well as the new appropriated & redesigned Don’t Fuckin Care Bear print — cuz it makes your day just that much more liberating when you, in fact, Don’t Fuckin Care, Bear! 

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=140706384624

Ouroboros by ~zarathus this re-inspired the nineteenth tattoo i have planned to put somewhere in me. my hand hurts from drawing so many stencils lately, and that is not a complaint. don&#8217;t think i&#8217;ve ever been happier in my entire life. 3 tiers fell and words thirty years in the making finally made it to my ears. in celebration, i gave up even allowing myself to Try and Be Anyone&#8217;s Anything, and instead pour every last moment into the slow and steady actualizing of becoming one of those people in the world that don&#8217;t have to work at crappy corporate cock sucking retail jobs anymore. a lot of disengaging future soccer moms of america and self-pity time stealing wet blanket buttheads (as in people who will do their best to depress, disturb, disquiet your creativity for Whatever Reason) had to get the axe. i&#8217;m not sorry, cuz what was i really losing beyond a lot of disdain and scenes inundated with dragon tears. art and music are my friends.

Ouroboros by ~zarathus

this re-inspired the nineteenth tattoo i have planned to put somewhere in me.

my hand hurts from drawing so many stencils lately, and that is not a complaint. don’t think i’ve ever been happier in my entire life.

3 tiers fell and words thirty years in the making finally made it to my ears. in celebration, i gave up even allowing myself to Try and Be Anyone’s Anything, and instead pour every last moment into the slow and steady actualizing of becoming one of those people in the world that don’t have to work at crappy corporate cock sucking retail jobs anymore.

a lot of disengaging future soccer moms of america and self-pity time stealing wet blanket buttheads (as in people who will do their best to depress, disturb, disquiet your creativity for Whatever Reason) had to get the axe. i’m not sorry, cuz what was i really losing beyond a lot of disdain and scenes inundated with dragon tears.

art and music are my friends.

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yay! tattoolit: “some people never go crazy. what truly horrible lives they must lead.” - bukowski. phoebe has several keloid scars on her arm, and for that reason she wanted this bukowski quote over them. designed it with the font “1942” which looks like a typewriter running out of ribbon, and cut the stencil to go around the scars in an off kilter manner to add to the quote aesthetically. she loves it, and has since stopped cutting.  this is tattoo #6 of the 10 i’ve done so far…

yay!

tattoolit:

“some people never go crazy. what truly horrible lives they must lead.” - bukowski.

phoebe has several keloid scars on her arm, and for that reason she wanted this bukowski quote over them. designed it with the font “1942” which looks like a typewriter running out of ribbon, and cut the stencil to go around the scars in an off kilter manner to add to the quote aesthetically. she loves it, and has since stopped cutting.  this is tattoo #6 of the 10 i’ve done so far…

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ode to the all the good people occupying. and here’s to the fact that we are STILL WAITING for obama to STOP DEPLOYING TROOPS and bring them all home FER FUCKSSAKE!

for your viewing displeasure…

oh dorothy&#8230;..  tattoolit: The last line of Dorothy Parker’s “Résumé”. As a Lit major with particular focus on the members of the Algonquin Round Table, it was a fitting 18th birthday present to myself.

oh dorothy….. 

tattoolit:

The last line of Dorothy Parker’s “Résumé”. As a Lit major with particular focus on the members of the Algonquin Round Table, it was a fitting 18th birthday present to myself.

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new video for the deletist’s 3rd class version of stranger than kindness.

dedicated to agoraphobics & ptsd people everywhere…

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respect: the outline. my 10th tattoo&#8230;LEARNING IS FUN.

respect: the outline.

my 10th tattoo…LEARNING IS FUN.

Egyptian Women IMOW - Voixmag  M.I.N.D- Women in the Middle East fighting for their Rights. do dudes find it really THAT hard to just be fucking NICE to women?? empirically, i&#8217;d say yes, they do, with the exception of the infinitesimal few.

Egyptian Women IMOW - Voixmag

 M.I.N.D- Women in the Middle East fighting for their Rights.

do dudes find it really THAT hard to just be fucking NICE to women??

empirically, i’d say yes, they do, with the exception of the infinitesimal few.

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shot in london, deletist cover of nick drake’s ‘river man’.

fuckyeahtattoos: TOSKA - Vladmir Nabokov: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.” It’s one feeling that has stuck to me for so long. I always want something, feel like there’s something missing, but don’t know what. The feeling is as permanent as the ink.

fuckyeahtattoos:

TOSKA - Vladmir Nabokov: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”

It’s one feeling that has stuck to me for so long. I always want something, feel like there’s something missing, but don’t know what. The feeling is as permanent as the ink.

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