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 Illuminati Girl Gang VOL. 1

                Vol. 1 - Now that’s what I call Illuminati Girl Gang! I am happy this exists. Gabby Gabby raises gangs to the level of illuminati, to the level of poetry. Gangs are poetic. Hunter S. Thompson wrote a whole book on Hell’s Angels and got his ass handed to him. Feel there is considerably less violence in this volume. Some of my favorite writers are in these internet-bound pages. Gabby’s ability to include a few names, rare, unknown names is particularly wonderful. That cover, oh my golly, that cover rocks my wee world. 

                Hilary Gardiner has a day off. She does what any alt lit person does: deeply explores her emotions. I take days off work sometimes to go biking to find myself. Myself is hidden in a roughly three and a half hour bike ride. Sunlight shines on her. Her invulnerability will not outdo your invulnerability. That might leave you too vulnerable. Our generation is all about nostalgia: we barely remember better times. Those times are on the very periphery of our collective memories: we feel we were promised more and somebody failed to deliver. Wish we knew who lied to us. Hilary works on the new nostalgia, better than the old nostalgia. 

                Alice Lancaster is an illustrator. She doesn’t write poetry. The first picture is of a pale, painted doll looking nervous. For the second photo she transforms childhood into Kawaii. Remember childhood? Yeah, it let you use these kinds of colors. 

                Elaine Sun is right. People are people. The only human signifiers are the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Now they truly mean something great, something dark. Sorry about the hurricanes. Everyone has hurricanes. When we get angry we take it out on others. We don’t mean it. We’re sorry. Wish people could stop hurting others for their problems. Hope someday we can all hug in a giant hug pile, free of malice. 12 emails is a lot of emails. Her ending ‘freaking kills it’. I like her sparse style. 

                Cassandra Gillig works at Hot Topic. I feel for her supervisor. Supervisors have it rough. Can’t imagine what it is like to have a position of power or authority. Feel that will probably never happen to me. Sheridan sounds nice but frazzled. The energy drink/no sleep/boozing lifestyle is a sad, lonely one. One of my friends wet his pants due to this extreme lifestyle. Her conversation with the Tool fan is amazing. I am the only one of my friends to never get into Tool. Hope she made the sale. Love her random comment that hooks him. 

                Alice May Connolly’s voice talks in my head as I read her poem. Her Skype/Tinychat/Ustream presence is enormous. I like how she says ‘mental’. Feel she says that a lot when she’s doing live streams or recorded streams. I can see her chasing a dog around. The way she writes is so positive. Wish more people had such positive feelings about their writing and life. Alice, reach out to those less happy than you in the alt lit community (re: everybody else basically). 

                Grace Gloria Denis is a classy artist. Look at her photo. It screams elegance. The pedestal represents the way we must put animals on a pedestal. Personally I think dolphins get too much attention. We ought to pay more attention to uglier, less mean creatures. Dolphins are out of control assholes. 

                Laura Marie Marciano shared this with me a few months ago. I am happy to see this is all its glory, shared with the public. Guests keep things interesting. Matthew dropped acid over 30 times. Either that makes him really interesting or really bored. People do drugs to make the mundane exciting. I already embrace the mundane. Bring on the nothing. Let me hug the stuffing out of nothing. Deep under all those layers is something truly beautiful. Laura wants to fatten him up through a Kickstarter campaign. She is afraid of sex. Wish we could her Matt’s voice. 

                Luna Miguel eats birds. I thought most poets were vegans. Clearly she is not. First she takes good care of her food. She brushes off the bird. Right before the bird sings its last song she devours it. It tickles her stomach. If you love something eat it I figure. That’s a good moral. Otherwise it’ll get away. Loved ones can’t nourish from afar so simply eat it. 

                Be patient. This is a big post. Stay tuned for part II of this very epic and rare release. It is the first of its kind.