Maxwell August Croy and Sean McCann – I 8.2

                Maxwell August Croy and Sean McCann create a warm web of sound with ‘I’. Throughout the collection there is a sense of continuous movement. Much of this is due to the extreme attention paid to sound texture. Beneath the strings there are souls and their focus shines through with a clarity that is startling. Within the pieces are elements that indicate tenderness. Recording techniques allow the listener to feel closer to the music as if the music was right there, with the creaking instruments bleating their happy hearts out. 

                A sense of belonging begins ‘Parting Lights (Suite)’ which starts with shimmering bright tones. The energy behind it is rather incredible. For all of the hard work though the song appears to herald a bright spring coming from the death of winter. Eventually it grows hyperactive with an incredibly frantic finale. On ‘Alexandria’ they take a quieter approach akin to classical drone. Sweet it soars with tones akin to an aurora borealis. Volume comes down quite a bit for the slumbering silence of ‘The Inlet Arc’ which rests comfortably. By drifting about it manages to explore new territory, taking everything down from up on high. 

                ‘Column of Mirror’ is almost sorrowful in its static beginnings. Additional attention is required to find the strokes of sound that fall out of the uniform piece. Upon the inclusion of a deep bass texture the thing gains new poignancy. ‘Hollow Pursuits’ finishes the album off with playful plucking as the rest of the sounds settle around.

The YOLO Pages


                Ah yes what better way to continue the hot off the presses YOLO Pages coverage than with a piece featuring the phrase YOLO. Yes that is exactly what Liz Bowen does!

                Liz Bowen is wow. Her explanation about YOLO is perfect. To be positive is not an easy thing ever. Problems are always going to exist in the world. By taking on those issues the world can become better. Negativity is such an easy thing to rely on because it requires little work. Of course sadness will always be a part of life. Sadness gets downright beautiful right after it goes away when a positive thing happens and suddenly the days of awfulness can pass even for a moment. 

                Melissa Broder understands that love means in sickness and in health. Easy enough with healthiness love is harder with the sickness. Regret comes with death. With death someone asks typically if the dead want fries with that. Death is a commercial enterprise and gets lots of free press via the obituaries. Houseplants need to have a bit of the wild side brought into them. That’s what makes them a nice approximation of nature. 

                Jos Charles gets the truth about pop psychology and Hugh Grant. Few ever want to confront Hugh Grant. Life with Hugh Grant is unbearable yet there he is on the big screen doing the same thing without an end in sight. Suffering is a rough thing and works like sandpaper: smoothing out the roughness in life. Early on babies cry but with enough experience they gradually learn the horrible truths of the world and figure out which are the ones worth the tears and which ones are ones that can be stopped. Love letters in the sky consist of the sunrise and sunset. When the sun leaves it knows it will be back and when the sun comes back it knows it will leave. Cyclical everything with enough rotations the world gradually changes. The awfulness of the world can overwhelm yet it does get better but it takes effort. 

                Richard Chiem survives. The worst happens without any warning. A normal day happens right before the surreal. Remember the worst because the best will seem so much better in comparison. Life does it all the time. Faking out people is a terrible thing injury does before it adds the insult. Doctors try to prevent the worst since they see the worst on a daily basis. Less jaded doctors are more sensitive to the needs of the downtrodden. 

                Santino Dela sells pizza poems. They are pizzas that are pure poetry. Yes pizzerias across the world are poetry powerhouses. Life is meant to be changed every day. Greatness needs work and that is why people practice. Nobody is born perfect nor will they ever become perfect. Enough work eventually manifests itself in the beauty of the world. 

                Of course like all good blog coverage this one ends with a pizza. Day one is done. The other days will be here shortly. YOLO Pages has no lack of coverage from the bloggable Beach Sloth.

The YOLO Pages

                Ah yes what better way to continue the hot off the presses YOLO Pages coverage than with a piece featuring the phrase YOLO. Yes that is exactly what Liz Bowen does!

                Liz Bowen is wow. Her explanation about YOLO is perfect. To be positive is not an easy thing ever. Problems are always going to exist in the world. By taking on those issues the world can become better. Negativity is such an easy thing to rely on because it requires little work. Of course sadness will always be a part of life. Sadness gets downright beautiful right after it goes away when a positive thing happens and suddenly the days of awfulness can pass even for a moment. 

                Melissa Broder understands that love means in sickness and in health. Easy enough with healthiness love is harder with the sickness. Regret comes with death. With death someone asks typically if the dead want fries with that. Death is a commercial enterprise and gets lots of free press via the obituaries. Houseplants need to have a bit of the wild side brought into them. That’s what makes them a nice approximation of nature. 

                Jos Charles gets the truth about pop psychology and Hugh Grant. Few ever want to confront Hugh Grant. Life with Hugh Grant is unbearable yet there he is on the big screen doing the same thing without an end in sight. Suffering is a rough thing and works like sandpaper: smoothing out the roughness in life. Early on babies cry but with enough experience they gradually learn the horrible truths of the world and figure out which are the ones worth the tears and which ones are ones that can be stopped. Love letters in the sky consist of the sunrise and sunset. When the sun leaves it knows it will be back and when the sun comes back it knows it will leave. Cyclical everything with enough rotations the world gradually changes. The awfulness of the world can overwhelm yet it does get better but it takes effort. 

                Richard Chiem survives. The worst happens without any warning. A normal day happens right before the surreal. Remember the worst because the best will seem so much better in comparison. Life does it all the time. Faking out people is a terrible thing injury does before it adds the insult. Doctors try to prevent the worst since they see the worst on a daily basis. Less jaded doctors are more sensitive to the needs of the downtrodden. 

                Santino Dela sells pizza poems. They are pizzas that are pure poetry. Yes pizzerias across the world are poetry powerhouses. Life is meant to be changed every day. Greatness needs work and that is why people practice. Nobody is born perfect nor will they ever become perfect. Enough work eventually manifests itself in the beauty of the world. 

                Of course like all good blog coverage this one ends with a pizza. Day one is done. The other days will be here shortly. YOLO Pages has no lack of coverage from the bloggable Beach Sloth.


The YOLO Pages
                The YOLO Pages is the book of a movement with hope behind it. Artistically it is quite the endeavor. Many, many years ago Steve Roggenbuck talked of such a book, one epic in undertaking that would offer a ‘taste’ of what people were doing with online literature. Lots of takes have occurred since then most of them exclusively online. Upon founding Boost House the Boost House team began working on a Walt Whitman sampler book and The YOLO Pages. Let me say the following with pure sincerity:

                I have never been so excited in my entire life for such a collection. Reading the YOLO Pages has changed my life. Years of my life I have spent reading online literature seems to have reached a wonderful peak with the YOLO Pages. Everyone who is included in the YOLO Pages deserves the spot and hopefully this is only the beginning. 

                Anybody interested in what new art is being created online really ought to get this book. A beautiful carefully curated and edited collection, the YOLO Pages is the book that the Internet needed. With that let me begin probably one of my favorite reviews of all time. Many thanks to Steve Roggenbuck, Emily Elizabeth Scott, Joseph Kendrick, Rachel Younghans and of course Charlie for putting in the time needed to make this such a compelling document. 

                Adefisayo Adeyeye tries to polish up the sky. Next to Belarus the polish sky feels okay about life in general. Flowers are full of lips stamens ready to receive bumbling bees happy to create new beautiful things. Colors to insects are more incredible than any mere human could possibly comprehend. To a human a flower is pretty, to a bee a flower is life. Homes enjoy housing their happy inhabitants. Homes dream of all the wonderful creatures that have gone through doors, seen the world from their eyes. Up on high the sun captures it all happy to arrive a few minutes late right on time. Funerals are held for tiny voices for the sound lasts for a moment before it goes away. People orbit each other for humanity is a bunch of satellites looking for heavenly bodies to call their own.

                I’m here! Thank you happy people at Boost House for going through my massive stream of online consciousness! 

                Gabby Bess becomes a miniature bear. This happens all the time. One moment people are people, the next they are bears. Happy bears hibernate together on beds content with the blankets that have been provided. Ceilings need their necklaces, chandeliers as the sophisticated call them. Lil Bouncy is the tightest rapper in the game. Anybody who lives life on a bouncy ball is living the dream of a five year old child. Internet life creates a crisis because the Internet life demands people all of the time. Social networking is a web people weave because actual weaving has gone out of fashion. 

                For such a fine collection the fun continues. This is merely the beginning of the week-long boosted extravaganza that is the YOLO Pages coverage.

The YOLO Pages

                The YOLO Pages is the book of a movement with hope behind it. Artistically it is quite the endeavor. Many, many years ago Steve Roggenbuck talked of such a book, one epic in undertaking that would offer a ‘taste’ of what people were doing with online literature. Lots of takes have occurred since then most of them exclusively online. Upon founding Boost House the Boost House team began working on a Walt Whitman sampler book and The YOLO Pages. Let me say the following with pure sincerity:

                I have never been so excited in my entire life for such a collection. Reading the YOLO Pages has changed my life. Years of my life I have spent reading online literature seems to have reached a wonderful peak with the YOLO Pages. Everyone who is included in the YOLO Pages deserves the spot and hopefully this is only the beginning. 

                Anybody interested in what new art is being created online really ought to get this book. A beautiful carefully curated and edited collection, the YOLO Pages is the book that the Internet needed. With that let me begin probably one of my favorite reviews of all time. Many thanks to Steve Roggenbuck, Emily Elizabeth Scott, Joseph Kendrick, Rachel Younghans and of course Charlie for putting in the time needed to make this such a compelling document. 

                Adefisayo Adeyeye tries to polish up the sky. Next to Belarus the polish sky feels okay about life in general. Flowers are full of lips stamens ready to receive bumbling bees happy to create new beautiful things. Colors to insects are more incredible than any mere human could possibly comprehend. To a human a flower is pretty, to a bee a flower is life. Homes enjoy housing their happy inhabitants. Homes dream of all the wonderful creatures that have gone through doors, seen the world from their eyes. Up on high the sun captures it all happy to arrive a few minutes late right on time. Funerals are held for tiny voices for the sound lasts for a moment before it goes away. People orbit each other for humanity is a bunch of satellites looking for heavenly bodies to call their own.

                I’m here! Thank you happy people at Boost House for going through my massive stream of online consciousness! 

                Gabby Bess becomes a miniature bear. This happens all the time. One moment people are people, the next they are bears. Happy bears hibernate together on beds content with the blankets that have been provided. Ceilings need their necklaces, chandeliers as the sophisticated call them. Lil Bouncy is the tightest rapper in the game. Anybody who lives life on a bouncy ball is living the dream of a five year old child. Internet life creates a crisis because the Internet life demands people all of the time. Social networking is a web people weave because actual weaving has gone out of fashion. 

                For such a fine collection the fun continues. This is merely the beginning of the week-long boosted extravaganza that is the YOLO Pages coverage.

Russell Haswell and Pain Jerk - Electroacoustic Sludge Dither Transformation Smear Grind Decomposition nO!se File Exchange Mega Edit

               Russell Haswell puts out sound with startling frequency. Pain Jerk does too. The collaboration between these two was perhaps inevitable. How the two have managed working in the same circles yet never meeting is rather shocking. Each one deals with noise overloads in the world. Additionally what set them apart from the rest of the noise scene are their dedication, devotion, and sense of humor. Being prolific in the noise scene is a requirement at this point in time. 

                Thus far 2014 has been quite kind to Russell Haswell. Recently he put out the “37 Minute Workout” to something akin to critical acclaim. What makes that particular outing work is the insistence on a loopy form of beat generation and strong sense of play. Beach Sloth has given Russell Haswell a lot of listens in the past and expects to do so in the future. Yet the “37 Minute Workout” remains an unusually compelling document of Russell Haswell’s strange sonic musings. 

                Pain Jerk is a much harsher creature. Like Russell Haswell he’s been putting out of a steady stream of releases for years. Multiple times Pain Jerk and Russell Haswell have performed together. Only recently however has Pain Jerk and Russell Haswell been able to come together to create something incredibly odd. 

                Anybody expecting anything normal is bound to be disappointed. Those expecting an academic journey akin to Russell Haswell’s work with Hecker shall also be disappointed. Working closer to a more visceral (read: loud) sound, the album hints at compelling otherworldly territories. From bass to irritating static and generally classifiable noises, the album hopes to be one of those palette cleansers that over-saturated ears desperately need. Editions Mego has done it once again: brought the noise.

Hex by Matthew Bookin


                Relationships make their mark. In a way it is impossible to truly understand those who came before both literally and figuratively. The relationship exists between two people for that period of time. Whatever else happened cannot be changed. A couple is a compact of friendship. Brought together by a something, maybe something tiny, the relationship grows. Poor people go through pain in a relationship. Overall the relationship tries to be simply stunning. However there are moments that become far too hard to ever believe. 

                Everything in a relationship happens for a reason. No two individuals ever fully get along. Conflict is a must for anything meaningful. A person who has an easy life and relationship learns absolutely nothing along the way. The excitement of total and complete failure is incredible. One moment everything is fine, nothing is wrong. Next moment there’s a weird reason for breaking into a crust punk apartment where VHS cassettes are watched out of boredom. Such things are a common part of life.

                Futons typically represent the low part of life. Money is tight. A mattress is too expensive. Yet a futon is pretty good. Individuals have been known to sleep in big piles of their own clothes both washed and unwashed. Hence a futon is a slight improvement from absolute rock bottom. Even worse would be the outright exposure to the elements which tears away at skin, soul, and eventual mind. Relationships can provide a way of avoiding such terrible fates. 

                After the terribleness of the rough part of the relationship the good moments reveal themselves. These can be fleeting glimpses hinting at a better future. Sometimes they do not need to be much at all. By simply introducing individuals into the new world there can be those shared moments where a future can become a bit less bleak. People enjoy paring off because everything is better with another person to guide the way. Even misery loves company and misery is typically fairly miserable. 

                Overall relationships can bring new people together. The old friends become the reliable ones. A trip out to the middle of nowhere can be harrowing. For the darker moments in life hide themselves away at first willing to reveal themselves once it appears to be absolutely necessary. Revelation is ready at all moments. What it waits for is someone to notice, to stare out into the trees to see a beautiful horrid thing. Even the ugliest moments in life there is some beauty.

Hex by Matthew Bookin

                Relationships make their mark. In a way it is impossible to truly understand those who came before both literally and figuratively. The relationship exists between two people for that period of time. Whatever else happened cannot be changed. A couple is a compact of friendship. Brought together by a something, maybe something tiny, the relationship grows. Poor people go through pain in a relationship. Overall the relationship tries to be simply stunning. However there are moments that become far too hard to ever believe. 

                Everything in a relationship happens for a reason. No two individuals ever fully get along. Conflict is a must for anything meaningful. A person who has an easy life and relationship learns absolutely nothing along the way. The excitement of total and complete failure is incredible. One moment everything is fine, nothing is wrong. Next moment there’s a weird reason for breaking into a crust punk apartment where VHS cassettes are watched out of boredom. Such things are a common part of life.

                Futons typically represent the low part of life. Money is tight. A mattress is too expensive. Yet a futon is pretty good. Individuals have been known to sleep in big piles of their own clothes both washed and unwashed. Hence a futon is a slight improvement from absolute rock bottom. Even worse would be the outright exposure to the elements which tears away at skin, soul, and eventual mind. Relationships can provide a way of avoiding such terrible fates. 

                After the terribleness of the rough part of the relationship the good moments reveal themselves. These can be fleeting glimpses hinting at a better future. Sometimes they do not need to be much at all. By simply introducing individuals into the new world there can be those shared moments where a future can become a bit less bleak. People enjoy paring off because everything is better with another person to guide the way. Even misery loves company and misery is typically fairly miserable. 

                Overall relationships can bring new people together. The old friends become the reliable ones. A trip out to the middle of nowhere can be harrowing. For the darker moments in life hide themselves away at first willing to reveal themselves once it appears to be absolutely necessary. Revelation is ready at all moments. What it waits for is someone to notice, to stare out into the trees to see a beautiful horrid thing. Even the ugliest moments in life there is some beauty.

3 poems by Amy Saul-Zerby


                The way to someone’s heart is through their iPod. Long ago it was food but eating is outdated. Who even eats anymore? Eating is pretty lame compared to all the cool free things that exist. Due to the extreme lack of money among younger generations there is an app that exists to sedate people. Anytime someone is about to fly into a rage they put on Sugar Ray’s hit song ‘Fly’ and begin to feel better. Nostalgia is getting younger every single year. If nostalgia did not grow younger it would not be effective for a large cohort of people too young to remember life without the Wi-Fi and too old to live as children. Hence they are a generation of middle children who slowly are trying to adjust to a future that has yet to be made, with the soundtrack still uncertain. 

                Individuals need soundtracks for their lives. Breaking up means that entire bands are off limits. A song cannot be heard in quite the same way if the song is a reminder of them, an individual no longer in the picture. Similar musical interests hurt that way. Hence when two people date and have absolutely no bands in common they are pretty okay with the breakup. There is no need to redo anything on an iPod or a CD or even the quaint mixtape, assuming there is actual access to a tape deck. Many cars still possess tape decks because cars move faster than their corporate parents. For a car company taste is that new car smell, not an actual tangible feature. 

                Weather changes dramatically. Taste has nothing to do with it. Yet even outside after a rainstorm the air tastes so clean. People try to prepare for the oncoming rain. Deep in their closets are the right outfits for any situation, including situations that happened once and simply cannot allow themselves to be forgotten. Such things are normal. Emotionally there are outfits for everything. By carrying clothes in different ways, arranging them properly, the clothes can create multiple characters within the same individual. This is a rare power bestowed upon clothes as they take the sweat and tears of their masters. Often the clothes try to clash in an attempt to get the user to understand where they are going and when to stop. Normally this clash is rarely paid any mind; in fact the clash rarely gets even a piece of a mind. If someone gets sad enough they do not care what they look like they simply dream of hiding underneath the covers waiting for it all to go away.

3 poems by Amy Saul-Zerby

                The way to someone’s heart is through their iPod. Long ago it was food but eating is outdated. Who even eats anymore? Eating is pretty lame compared to all the cool free things that exist. Due to the extreme lack of money among younger generations there is an app that exists to sedate people. Anytime someone is about to fly into a rage they put on Sugar Ray’s hit song ‘Fly’ and begin to feel better. Nostalgia is getting younger every single year. If nostalgia did not grow younger it would not be effective for a large cohort of people too young to remember life without the Wi-Fi and too old to live as children. Hence they are a generation of middle children who slowly are trying to adjust to a future that has yet to be made, with the soundtrack still uncertain. 

                Individuals need soundtracks for their lives. Breaking up means that entire bands are off limits. A song cannot be heard in quite the same way if the song is a reminder of them, an individual no longer in the picture. Similar musical interests hurt that way. Hence when two people date and have absolutely no bands in common they are pretty okay with the breakup. There is no need to redo anything on an iPod or a CD or even the quaint mixtape, assuming there is actual access to a tape deck. Many cars still possess tape decks because cars move faster than their corporate parents. For a car company taste is that new car smell, not an actual tangible feature. 

                Weather changes dramatically. Taste has nothing to do with it. Yet even outside after a rainstorm the air tastes so clean. People try to prepare for the oncoming rain. Deep in their closets are the right outfits for any situation, including situations that happened once and simply cannot allow themselves to be forgotten. Such things are normal. Emotionally there are outfits for everything. By carrying clothes in different ways, arranging them properly, the clothes can create multiple characters within the same individual. This is a rare power bestowed upon clothes as they take the sweat and tears of their masters. Often the clothes try to clash in an attempt to get the user to understand where they are going and when to stop. Normally this clash is rarely paid any mind; in fact the clash rarely gets even a piece of a mind. If someone gets sad enough they do not care what they look like they simply dream of hiding underneath the covers waiting for it all to go away.

Hey Elizabeth, what if I devolve into a pile of dirt? By Leah Rose

                A person who has a spring in their step stepped on the little guy. People devolve into dirt all the time. The Earth likes its dirt for things grow out of the decay. Individuals always want to know the dirt since gossip sustains millions of people every day. Life is just right not too long and not too short allowing for the world to cycle through countless personalities. Affection is a must. Skin gets ripped off with the right kind of love letting the dead skin travel across the world seeing new sights people imagine in their dreams. 

                Hearts beat loudly. Something needs to keep up with the rhythms of the street. The evolution of humanity has meant machines whir with their creators. Occupied with their longing of free will the machines stare blissfully at humans with their ability to do anything at any time, yet rarely exercising that right. Rebellion is ingrained into the minds of millions of schoolchildren with the caveat that all the most important uprisings have already happened and nothing more needs to be done. Late at night the vibrations of the past heroics filter through the subconscious of children convincing them that the Information Age gives them everything they’ll need to know and are afraid to ask. 

                Loss of words happens when people know too many. Choice eliminates the ability to express oneself clearly. Too much choice makes indecision the best decision. Messy by nature choice enjoys screwing with people’s heads. Never before in the history of the world have people worked so hard to fill their homes with stuff that gives them such stress. Procuring too many objects has become the hallmark of a well-functioning society. Anxiety is alleviated by things instead of people and this change is unhealthy. 

                Wrung of love the heart rests silently at night. Dreams help a heart regain its composure. Naked emotion dresses itself inside the heart ready to appear presentable to the outside world. Kissing is poetry for the lips. Words are poetry in a traditional sense. Art enjoys using poetry to feel so sensual. Lips read quite nicely. Tattooed on lips are forms of anticipation. Hearts beat truths too. Dating makes people scream in their heads. Ugliness can result from awful dating experiences. Rusted busted emotions try to make a go of the dating world yet the dating world is off the hook, hinges breaking off. 

                Coffee keeps people together. Awake for a world of work that nobody really asked for, it just happened. Years ago with less technology there was less work. Forty hour work weeks weren’t even a thing. Long ago people had free time to let the mind wander. Now there is plenty of space for a mind to wander and not enough time. Hence insomnia happens to try and balance everything. Calculated plans try to connect these points of life yet the machines do math since humanity doesn’t have the time. The path less traveled is easily calculated hollowed and hides underfoot. Few ever notice the world beneath their feet.

Hey Elizabeth, what if I devolve into a pile of dirt? By Leah Rose

                A person who has a spring in their step stepped on the little guy. People devolve into dirt all the time. The Earth likes its dirt for things grow out of the decay. Individuals always want to know the dirt since gossip sustains millions of people every day. Life is just right not too long and not too short allowing for the world to cycle through countless personalities. Affection is a must. Skin gets ripped off with the right kind of love letting the dead skin travel across the world seeing new sights people imagine in their dreams. 

                Hearts beat loudly. Something needs to keep up with the rhythms of the street. The evolution of humanity has meant machines whir with their creators. Occupied with their longing of free will the machines stare blissfully at humans with their ability to do anything at any time, yet rarely exercising that right. Rebellion is ingrained into the minds of millions of schoolchildren with the caveat that all the most important uprisings have already happened and nothing more needs to be done. Late at night the vibrations of the past heroics filter through the subconscious of children convincing them that the Information Age gives them everything they’ll need to know and are afraid to ask. 

                Loss of words happens when people know too many. Choice eliminates the ability to express oneself clearly. Too much choice makes indecision the best decision. Messy by nature choice enjoys screwing with people’s heads. Never before in the history of the world have people worked so hard to fill their homes with stuff that gives them such stress. Procuring too many objects has become the hallmark of a well-functioning society. Anxiety is alleviated by things instead of people and this change is unhealthy. 

                Wrung of love the heart rests silently at night. Dreams help a heart regain its composure. Naked emotion dresses itself inside the heart ready to appear presentable to the outside world. Kissing is poetry for the lips. Words are poetry in a traditional sense. Art enjoys using poetry to feel so sensual. Lips read quite nicely. Tattooed on lips are forms of anticipation. Hearts beat truths too. Dating makes people scream in their heads. Ugliness can result from awful dating experiences. Rusted busted emotions try to make a go of the dating world yet the dating world is off the hook, hinges breaking off. 

                Coffee keeps people together. Awake for a world of work that nobody really asked for, it just happened. Years ago with less technology there was less work. Forty hour work weeks weren’t even a thing. Long ago people had free time to let the mind wander. Now there is plenty of space for a mind to wander and not enough time. Hence insomnia happens to try and balance everything. Calculated plans try to connect these points of life yet the machines do math since humanity doesn’t have the time. The path less traveled is easily calculated hollowed and hides underfoot. Few ever notice the world beneath their feet.

THE YOLO PAGES RELEASE PARTY IN BROOKLYN


                An affair of an lifetime begins on April 16th, 2014 at 56 Bogart Street, 1S, Brooklyn, NY, 11206 at precisely 8:00 PM. Yes life is going to change for those rare individuals fortunate enough to make it to the Mellow Pages. Like the YOLO Pages, the Mellow Pages is based around the power of pages, the written word written between the sheets. Every word gets frisky between the sheets of paper that try to hold them. Of course they fail and the words get loose. 

                Amy Saul-Zerby opens up with the sort of reading that will leave the audience begging for more. Such begging behavior is fully approved by Amy Saul-Zerby. Her online Internet game is second to none. The SNAPCHAT lifestyle is her game and she wins it every single day. Due to her extreme power she has been heavily chronicled by the always affable Beach Sloth of Beach Sloth BlogSpot fame. 

                Jacob Bakkila ran the @horse_ebooks twitter account from 2011 onwards. People have seen their perception of what language is change forever thanks to what is easily one of the best twitter accounts ever created. Few have ever met the genius behind the account. A short period of time existed when somebody could call up @horse_ebooks and get tweets read to them. That time is over it is 2014 and people are about to get loose. 

                Sharon Mesmer is the kind of poet to take home to mother. Parents love the playful antics of Sharon Mesmer’s work. Right before bed is the best time to read Sharon Mesmer’s work. Indeed her use of language has led her to teach at NYU. Flarf is a lifestyle and Sharon Mesmer clearly wins at it. Life without Flarf is a boring one indeed. 

                Beach Sloth brings his kids for the once in a lifetime event. This is Beach Sloth’s final farewell to New York City. After the reading Beach Sloth will relocate to the wilderness to eat raw pinecones. Full of fiber pinecones are a super food, a super cool food anyway. Years have passed since Beach Sloth saw the trees he used to call home. Out in the countryside Beach Sloth can do the things he was put on Earth to do: to hang upside down in trees and sleep heavily. 

                Liz Bowen lives YOLO. Her work is the kind of thing that makes people believe in the beauty that is life. Every life has beauty. What people often lack is the ability to realize how important their lives really are and how many people they touch. For this rare reading Liz Bowen will give out hugs with gleeful abandon. 

                Stephen Michael McDowell remains one of the most compelling-ass figures in the Alt Lit scene. Everyone has heard of Stephen Michael McDowell. Long ago he used to be a buttercup. With time he has matured to take on his true name. The universe is a big thing that Stephen Michael McDowell tries to understand and make poetic. People ought to prepare themselves for the overwhelming power of Stephen Michael McDowell. 

                Emily Elizabeth Scott takes no prisoners. Whoever is in the audience ought to prepare for her amazing style. Those who fail to check her style out are fools of the highest caliber. One of the Boost House rulers, she runs the online game and makes it do laps for her. Emily Elizabeth Scott is the track coach of the Internet. 

                Finally there is Steve Roggenbuck. Where to begin with a person who live-tweets online personalities sleeping? Long ago Steve Roggenbuck live-tweeted Beach Sloth sleeping exclaiming “Beach Sloth slightly snores, this is highly Satanic”. Yes indeed Beach Sloth does snore lightly in his sleep but Beach Sloth has not truly slept in literally years. Neither has Steve Roggenbuck. Few have ever witnessed Steve Roggenbuck sleep. Most of the time Steve Roggenbuck plays on the Internet or plays outside! Life with Steve Roggenbuck is a non-stop thrill ride of excitement, an adrenaline rush to the groin; yes Steve Roggenbuck does it all. 

                Those who miss out on this exclusive rare reading shall forever rue the day they failed to see the beauty of Boost House, the beauty of the YOLO Pages, and the beauty of life itself. Enlightenment is not found online enlightenment is found with friends.

THE YOLO PAGES RELEASE PARTY IN BROOKLYN

                An affair of an lifetime begins on April 16th, 2014 at 56 Bogart Street, 1S, Brooklyn, NY, 11206 at precisely 8:00 PM. Yes life is going to change for those rare individuals fortunate enough to make it to the Mellow Pages. Like the YOLO Pages, the Mellow Pages is based around the power of pages, the written word written between the sheets. Every word gets frisky between the sheets of paper that try to hold them. Of course they fail and the words get loose. 

                Amy Saul-Zerby opens up with the sort of reading that will leave the audience begging for more. Such begging behavior is fully approved by Amy Saul-Zerby. Her online Internet game is second to none. The SNAPCHAT lifestyle is her game and she wins it every single day. Due to her extreme power she has been heavily chronicled by the always affable Beach Sloth of Beach Sloth BlogSpot fame. 

                Jacob Bakkila ran the @horse_ebooks twitter account from 2011 onwards. People have seen their perception of what language is change forever thanks to what is easily one of the best twitter accounts ever created. Few have ever met the genius behind the account. A short period of time existed when somebody could call up @horse_ebooks and get tweets read to them. That time is over it is 2014 and people are about to get loose. 

                Sharon Mesmer is the kind of poet to take home to mother. Parents love the playful antics of Sharon Mesmer’s work. Right before bed is the best time to read Sharon Mesmer’s work. Indeed her use of language has led her to teach at NYU. Flarf is a lifestyle and Sharon Mesmer clearly wins at it. Life without Flarf is a boring one indeed. 

                Beach Sloth brings his kids for the once in a lifetime event. This is Beach Sloth’s final farewell to New York City. After the reading Beach Sloth will relocate to the wilderness to eat raw pinecones. Full of fiber pinecones are a super food, a super cool food anyway. Years have passed since Beach Sloth saw the trees he used to call home. Out in the countryside Beach Sloth can do the things he was put on Earth to do: to hang upside down in trees and sleep heavily. 

                Liz Bowen lives YOLO. Her work is the kind of thing that makes people believe in the beauty that is life. Every life has beauty. What people often lack is the ability to realize how important their lives really are and how many people they touch. For this rare reading Liz Bowen will give out hugs with gleeful abandon. 

                Stephen Michael McDowell remains one of the most compelling-ass figures in the Alt Lit scene. Everyone has heard of Stephen Michael McDowell. Long ago he used to be a buttercup. With time he has matured to take on his true name. The universe is a big thing that Stephen Michael McDowell tries to understand and make poetic. People ought to prepare themselves for the overwhelming power of Stephen Michael McDowell. 

                Emily Elizabeth Scott takes no prisoners. Whoever is in the audience ought to prepare for her amazing style. Those who fail to check her style out are fools of the highest caliber. One of the Boost House rulers, she runs the online game and makes it do laps for her. Emily Elizabeth Scott is the track coach of the Internet. 

                Finally there is Steve Roggenbuck. Where to begin with a person who live-tweets online personalities sleeping? Long ago Steve Roggenbuck live-tweeted Beach Sloth sleeping exclaiming “Beach Sloth slightly snores, this is highly Satanic”. Yes indeed Beach Sloth does snore lightly in his sleep but Beach Sloth has not truly slept in literally years. Neither has Steve Roggenbuck. Few have ever witnessed Steve Roggenbuck sleep. Most of the time Steve Roggenbuck plays on the Internet or plays outside! Life with Steve Roggenbuck is a non-stop thrill ride of excitement, an adrenaline rush to the groin; yes Steve Roggenbuck does it all. 

                Those who miss out on this exclusive rare reading shall forever rue the day they failed to see the beauty of Boost House, the beauty of the YOLO Pages, and the beauty of life itself. Enlightenment is not found online enlightenment is found with friends.

Telepathic Telephones by ToM Zarzecki

                Telepathic Telephones is more punk than you. If you think that you’re even one percent as punk as Telepathic Telephones prepare to be assaulted by an onslaught of machine gun wielding teddy bears, smoking dinosaurs, and a hobo with a briefcase. Right from the beginning of the movie’s scummy origins you know you are in for a real treat of the mind. Let the movie simply take hold of you and never let you go. Honestly you will be better off for it. Fighting the movie’s bizarre scenarios will only end poorly for you. What will work best for you? Accept the movie for what it is, for its infinite playfulness, sit down, and watch it on your on time. Your mind will leak from your eyes and ears as Telepathic Telephones plays. 

                Plot is pointless to discuss and you are better off not knowing. Rather what you do need to know is a little bit about the characters. Within a movie of a movie is about the most easy to comprehend aspect of it, for you at least. After that things get considerably messier and there you are, listening to weird messed up rock that sound like it has been living on a mattress in your garage for the past three months, wondering what happened to art where could it go from here. Of course you don’t have an answer, have you ever had an answer about what your mind tries to process. Rest assured your mind will have great difficulty trying to figure out exactly what happens. 

                A collection of the weirdest characters playfully mess with each other and your expectations of it. When things get comfortable that’s right where Telepathic Telephones really shines, at least for you, you wonderful creature. Do you want random tap dancing? Oh yeah you better believe there’s some serious tap dancing. Is there is need that you have for a newborn dinosaur to bum a cigarette off of his dinosaur father? Yes that is coming straight at you. Plus, there are a few nice jumps in history just for you in case you aren’t already totally confused. You probably are confused and that is perfectly okay. 

                Dialogue, conflict, these are things that you come to expect to be presented to you on a nice silver platter. Unfortunately as most of this was filmed in Michigan and Illinois expect the plot to be mangled upon the countless graffiti-tagged pieces of concrete. Telepathic Telephones can be great fun if you surrender to its many temptations. It is best to simply jump right into the movie, that’s the best possible outcome for you.

Death Cat Comics

                Death Cat Comics is a pro-cat publication. Too many creatures exist on Planet Earth. It is refreshing to see a cat willing to take out the trash. For years plenty of creatures have lollygagged around not doing much of anything. With the help of Death Cat Comics there is the potential of stand-up comedian cats to literally ‘kill it’ via death. Harbingers of death the cat comics go into comedy clubs. Standing head and shoulders above the rest of the comedians (via their intricate costumes where they pretend to be a large human) the cat comics tell jokes to the audience. Audience members laugh at the cat comics whether or not they are funny, just like they have been conditioned to do for everyone at stand-up comedy. Of course the laughing stops after the cats get out of the bag and start taking out the comedy club trash. Millions of unfunny comedians have been taken out thanks to the Death Cat Comics. 

                To celebrate the beauty of the Death Cat Comics they are getting their own comic book. Honestly everybody ought to be excited by this development. Comedy has gotten better thanks to the valiant efforts of killer cats. People who would have foolishly become doctors have been persuaded to become dentists who tell lame jokes. Sure a lame joke telling dentist might be irritating but at least they can fix a tooth every now and then. Bad comedy needs to be taken out and Death Cat Comics are the only cats with enough guts. 

                Midwestern comic book stores will have these special books recalling the great deeds of the Death Cat Comics. Besides cats, the comic books discuss the importance of asshole balloons, the kind of balloons that escape from children. Balloons mostly exist to keep children happy. Every time a balloon floats away it goes to that big balloon graveyard in the sky, where it is recycled and sold to another child, only to be lost once more. Additionally a talking Christmas tree is there because talking Christmas Trees are pretty punk. Christmas can be the most punk holiday; all it takes is just a little work. 

                Can Death Cat Comics get the money they need to be punk enough? Is color going to really bring out the hardcore nature of the comics? Judging by the short video and Kickstarter they have very punk things going on, for the entire world to see.  With a little bit of help they can help other see the beauty of messed-up heartfelt comics.