issue 3 is my favorite. there's actually some good content. i'll add some content soon and the cover graphic. for now email me for a copy- it's free- thezine@cheerful.com



here's some of beth's stuff. she's typing all this = it's easier to do my stuff cause i know it.



deep in april i fell asleep. the kind of sleep that takes weeks to wake up from and a wash rag to clean up the drool. i fell hard and dreamt of swirly colored people. we weer all colors and pulsed spirals that started from the heart and spun out of control. a women ate my best friend and turned green. everyone was dancing and running in the forest. the forest was plush, warm and full of life. no one damaged the foliage. i loved the party in the forest, everyone was so happy. i didn't want to leave, but the cat chased me into the sun. i woke up in darkness. deep in april i woke up and yawned.


in a crack shines a pendant. under the mid day sunlight, one passes by to be swept up on a glint of silver. stopping to look closer, one sees the truth. the sun dips down behind dark and brewing clouds, moisture bbeads on their forehead. the peice of antiquity changes and grows, oozing puss as it shifts. an iris grows blood red, driping from the pupil comes a green mass that smells of rotten corpses and rusted chain link fences. veins pop and pulse from an imaginary source. when eye to eye with the truth, one realizes its horroble realities, tripping as they try to flee.


the small breeze swirls with an afternoon cast. the day glows softly as time slows. the hung clothes on wires outside the back stoop flap, absorbing the sweet smell of blossoming flowers. remember the old days full of happy breezes and afternoon smiles. waking up early and stepping outside, the atmosphere is calm and cool, both inside and out. the transition goes unnoticed. soon a tempest comes sweeping away all the carefree mornings spent picking fruit in the garden, playing tea in the laundry room, swinging in the squeaky set. the tempest is angry and bitter, transforming all in its way, if not destroying.