Dead Air Space |
brain and/or mouth vomit |
Collages from the Zine I made. Next issue, will come maybe never.
My Sister is amazing. This is the cover of my first ever zine that should hopefully be finished next week

Outside the pink neon sign flashing ‘tits, tits, tits!’ three boys appear and paper, scissors, rock.
Scissors cut paper, rock crushes scissors and paper wraps rock.
No one wins, until they all win, when they decide to go in together.
Dollars and sense are lost, but nobody minds.