A local, world-renowned chef in Sin City, Chef Boy Satan, passed away…read more
This rare original issue of Propaganda circa 1994 was formerly his, but Shwa Laytart of Avantpop gently passed the torch into my possession.
RIP, mate~
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I have always fancied the solitary aspect of immersing in literary works.
It is, however, concurrently delightful to strike up a conversation in an independent bookstore with fellow overzealous ''reading freaks,'' as noted in a reflection one is bound to catch in its chambers.
'twas such a pleasure witnessing Laytart being equally as enraptured as me when he spoke about death, oddities, and literature, hah~ x
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When geomagnetic storms ignited luminescent polar auroras and when the lines of magnetic force between Earth and the sun intersected with one another, the center of the "X" spot where the lines met was where a magnetic portal formed: Avantpop Bookstore.
Anyhow, if you are ever in Sin City, fire up your rocket's spark igniters and make your way to new land.
Quoting Aunt Ida from Female Trouble (1974), ''The world of the heterosexual is a sick and boring life.''
Upholstered with revolutionary scholars, the Beat Generation, Gonzo journalism, political defiance, banned classics, local artists and activists, rare gems, individualistic figures of all sorts, and the filth of John Waters, you are, rest assured, in for a ''Divine,'' queer experience.
Parallel to that thought, if you ever synthesize a penchant for somber, witty poetry, luxuriate yourself in some of Avantpop co-owner, Laytart's, written works-best served with a joint in hand.
In the course of frolicking around the shelves, you may wonder how much your birth mother despises you, but ahhh, you need not fret for you will be reminded Gaia loathes your guts just as much.
When asked to solve for x, the Chris Korda piece that lies before you hints the solution: X = Save the planet; kill yourself.
*Whistles Dada in the streets of Boston to the tune of The Smiths' ''Panic on the streets of London.''*
At some point, I am quite certain you will start to hear Rod Serling narrate your life.
Where has this review even gone?
Oh, the places you will go~ x
Overall, you will be departing from the shop glowing in the dark, developing an itch you cannot scratch, which forms a gaping hole in your torso, and leaving you to wonder if the intestine emerged before the tapeworm~ x
