Alright everyone sit down and shut up for a second. I’ve been catching a lot of bullshit for publishing “esoteric”, “sarcastic” and “barely intelligible” writing lately. One motherless motherfucker on the street even went so far as to say it made him feel like an idiot. This magazine isn’t smart, people! It doesn’t know what’s it’s doing! It doesn’t mean anything, it isn’t special – all super duper literature is is just a bunch of serial masturbators who have been let out of their cages. That’s it, OK? You’re not a dummy if you don’t get it; there’s nothing to get – but you’re crazy if you don’t want to watch.
Having said that, I hear you, fair readers, and I’m making an extra effort this week to include some stuff that makes legible sense. Within these walls you will find no self-indulgence, just good ol’ fashioned, heart strumming literature. Stories that are understandable, god damnit. These people are real. They need you. Read their work and tell them you like it, please. Otherwise Monday is gonna be a disgusting day down in the Land Ark offices (my apartment).
Birdmorphosis, spaghetti, and the return of the Wackadoodles. Also, Dr. Bozwald Thinkum is back with tips to a healthy lifestyle, some dude tears his own face off, and a word from those suckhouse freakshows over at our arch nemesis, Squaw Magazine. Read it and weep!
– Ed.
P.S. We’re going weekly. See yah next Saturday!
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