D E A D

LONDON

2010-05-05T22:27:00.003+01:00

G • S

PARIS

2010-05-05T20:10:00.007+01:00

absolve your necessity of there being a central reference point in understanding the present

GLASGOW

2010-05-05T20:07:00.006+01:00

the two stood in darkness, lit only by the slippers of Peter Pan's children glu'd to their feet

CHELTVEGAS

2010-05-05T20:03:00.004+01:00

snoring is – expecting dreams to materialise and slap on to your lap mid-dinner

LEEDS

2010-05-05T19:59:00.006+01:00

˚connect˚

MANCHESTER

2010-05-05T19:57:00.004+01:00

just put that well good song on

EDINBURGH

2010-05-05T19:54:00.004+01:00

ferret stink

AMSTERDAM

2010-05-05T19:50:00.002+01:00

she stood there starting mute and motionless

GET OUT OF YOUR BEDROOM

2010-05-04T22:42:00.002+01:00

Hinchley Wood

Hamburg

Hamburg

Hamburg

Edinburgh

3AM BREAKFAST

2010-03-31T23:40:00.004+01:00

UNDER THE MATTRESS

2010-03-31T23:38:00.001+01:00

I saw the eyes

RAYMOND PETTIBON

2010-03-31T23:35:00.001+01:00

DJ BAILOUT SAYS:

2010-03-31T23:33:00.001+01:00

BERLIN

2010-03-29T12:20:00.002+01:00

'Just a rhyme without a reason...Now your life is out of season'
– Hetfied, J 1984

29/03/10

2010-03-29T06:46:00.001+01:00

ACCEPT BELONGING / / SYRUP

2010-03-29T05:54:00.002+01:00

I'M SELLING MORE THAN ELECTRONICS

2010-03-29T02:55:00.004+01:00

A few snaps.

Orange Bavarian Squirrel says –

2010-03-29T02:01:00.001+01:00

HOW DO YOU HAVE YOURS?

2010-03-29T01:54:00.005+01:00

inseperable

2010-03-24T02:17:00.002Z

LEMON YELLOW SUN

2010-03-19T12:33:00.003Z

A KITCHEN SINK REMINDER

∆

A LULLABY

2010-03-17T03:01:00.010Z

BRINGING PIXELS

...TO LIFE...

c o m m u n i c a t e

flip Bontempi switch on
choose a pen and imagine
between black tape
the box is yours
illustrate with words or
t h o u g h t s

once you're dun
pop the on off filling vacant
space
make piece complete

...AND THAT...

Thank you the Ministry of Progress for inviting me to contribute to their exhibition, I was given the opportunity to meet such wonderful minds and convene in what was once an unknown territorial form of London but is now a place suitable for my hands to kindle with a squirrel.
I'd happily kindle for a squirrel.

The piece itself (A broken, discordant Bontempi fan-organ signified what was to be documented, it's relentless drone the subject matter) was an ongoing celebration of documentation existing outside of the individual or the completed project – an attempt to distance reified connotations from the form of 'documentary' photography (in addition to the various forms of artistic endeavours).
With 'documentary' photography, the audience are lured into a pattern of beliefs (constructed by family values, common sense and social formalities) of which they are already well aware of. A relationship of dislocated power now takes place...The author exists as a transparent entity, unseen in the act of appropriation. A thievery of their audience's sense. With this process of 'documentation', the moralities provide evidence for a static truth, inevitably constructing a signified essence of Fact – Fact being an idea of which one is able to create a materialized fiction.

And we wouldn't want to be living in a world of other peoples self-initiated fictions, right?

If time is to exist in relation to cultural matter as a linear entity and spatially as a progressive, gentle, fritter between dimensions, the author stating imagery as having been 'documented' exaggerates the imaginary into fact, the chosen figures blossom in a system of subjectivity intextuated by the author (and their carefully selected socio-historical contexts – which in turn regurgitates the process of those select few re-enacting this 'documentary' process of the past, moulding what once was into a structure of sense for those already in the know).

With this in mind the piece is incomplete – an ongoing documentary in itself, processing the act of do-ing and creation as and when it happens, allow the reader, the audience and the individual to document their surroundings as and when it was happening, filaments singing with paper, eFactist's the lot of them..

∆

11/03/10

2010-03-12T23:12:00.002Z

Camus drinks Hot Chocolate

A DREAM – 05/03/10

2010-03-10T01:51:00.005Z

I held a slither of my brothers face,
stroking left cheek.
his eye still staring
the lids holding us in.
dismembered.
he had sent himself.

humans at war with the rainbows,
i never understand.
dispatched to translucency in
a place they call home
as we watch the rise
of an absent shade,
the sky indescribable,
a flash-pan of startling intrusions.
smoke rippling
where bodies explode
due to gun fire impact from below.

arching towards the right,
over a dragons shoulder
i see the ripple...
"that was him"
have you ever lived without a doubt?
neither had i, but this new light was real.

squidge between fingertips
what, how and when do i reveal
his death to my sister?
patience, problems, the waiting game.
perhaps mother first?
a tricky procedure to endure
with the tear process restricting my grip on the words,
tendents freeze.
contacts disable.
horror.
my mobile phone is out of credit.

IN-DEN-SHUN • 1

2010-03-09T23:44:00.002Z

CROWN JEWELS pt.II

2010-03-09T23:29:00.001Z

found.

WAKEY WAKEY

2010-03-09T23:28:00.001Z

17/02/10

2010-03-09T23:21:00.004Z

On the walk home I imagine life with a drivers license in my pocket next to the key of a signified 'home'. It is at a point where the hill steers left I picture packing your words into the door panels and sellotaping what you said under the seats. But my capabilities are provisional, so all I can do is play over the conversation into a dictaphone and stop, rewind.
And play.
Stop and rewind.
Play.
Did I get up and leave?
Why?
It's what she said when we recognized who stood in the portrait photograph hanging at the bar.

II.

2010-03-07T21:48:00.001Z

MINISTRY OF PROGRESS:

2010-03-07T21:45:00.000Z

VARIABLES

2010-02-16T08:15:00.006Z

which one suits you best?

SWIMMING IN

2010-02-15T09:34:00.002Z

the economic function.
the social function.
the aesthetic function.

the red.
the white.
the blue.

empirical.
mathematical.
scientific.

logocentric
archeologists.
mythopoetic baptists.

dead battery
the beating is lost.
a stopwatch
stops.

storyteller.
with the words rung from tear ducts
being hung out to dry on your cheekbones.

my watch is dead.

WAVES

2010-02-15T08:56:00.003Z

Every cultural text is a product of the society given birth to its formation?
If the text itself is a celebration of subcultural ideals situated outside external to the routes controlled by hegemonic powers that be, is an individuals contained celebration of the text a celebratory reaction to the production behind the text as opposed to the text itself? Regarding where I am sitting right now – Patriarchal Capitalism?
In this sense do we free ourselves through submission?
Example – Being an attendee of a musical concert, you may notice your own movements being controlled in corporeal fluctuations, powered by the equation of space needed by fellow members of the audience. This act can be claimed by the public domain, externally represented in abrasive movements and providing space for your freedom to develop (yet governed by the performer who exists as a catalyst of context for those movements and loss of individuality).
Movements of this nature could be interpreted as the taking part in ceremonial procedures within the micro-domain, celebrating a fractured, augmented, apolitical order of the dominant ideologies.
However, if each person attributes a cognitive value system towards retrieving and producing meanings, does an understanding of the musical performance instigated by the aforementioned text not simply an act of celebration within the public domain, but in fact a ceremonial process to reconcile a tangible form of the imagination?

LIKE FAIRYLIGHTS

2010-02-13T15:55:00.002Z

The pleasure was in the cutting and pasting of patriarchal treasures.

EVIDENCE

2010-02-11T10:22:00.001Z

25.12.09

2010-02-11T10:17:00.002Z

ERASE HER FARMS

2010-02-09T11:16:00.010Z

By assimilating the form of a dress to embellish upon the notion of 'Man' and his articulation of war, the destructive effect of battle disseminates throughout the text. Establishing the image as an artefact of cultural significance does not remove the notion of it being a product equated for by 'Man''s maleable control over the subversion of death. A symbolic placement of war (from the waist down) permeating within the dress (effeminate) formulates for the imaginary order an empowered display of 'Man''s control over the iconography of war.
With this in mind, it is possible to interpret 'Man' as the designer of life and death, considering himself to be walking in the footsteps of God, toying with a palette of bodies. In this process the living are killed and reborn, forever in circulatory patterns set on a transparent repeat by 'Man', all for the controlled benefits of those few claiming to be Rulers of the 'People'. The choice is abstained and dialects excavated in 'Man''s self-proclaimed truth of the 'People''s freedom, striking order into their minds with a golden helm of power bestowed upon the tips of their paintbrushes.

∆

ALL THE PEOPLE WHO TAUGHT ME CARD TRICKS ARE DYING

2010-02-09T05:57:00.002Z

REFRAIN.

2010-02-07T03:42:00.003Z

˚

2010-02-05T00:35:00.001Z

The Universe

I literally have nothing to talk about

Bah-da-dahh-da-dah-dah-dupp..

2010-02-04T01:41:00.008Z

The verse begins and lyrical streaming

out of sight

visceral, like lunar

modules knocking all 52 states

onto a kitchen floor.

Blast off.

Butterfingers.

causing our breakfast to slip into the sky,

contained by a vehicle

of relative stares.

Those inexplicably brief moments.

Magic succeeds in conjuring up such miracles,

where are the orchestrated predictions solidified by consequence?

Just taking breaks.

Snap.

An admiration of swift, bold delicacies precedes the ballet.

Amongst disorder we all dance.
Dance as the performers sing in a merry song of many things.

Unfold.

Now...

Expend our patience by absconding an interference,

be content in the motions.

Be just,

this once,

be just.

we'll allow your ship to sink,

if you allow this ship to sink.

Anchor in and drag us deep through yonder,

Sputnik tucking Us in with a tickle under chins.

Dormant.

BUGGERY

2010-02-03T11:39:00.004Z

SWORD

2010-01-27T15:53:00.003Z

A FRYING-PAN FOR TULIPS

2010-01-16T11:36:00.009Z

I didn't know what to do with these images.
I have no clue as to what they say.
There is little reasoning behind the shapes, text, colours or era.
The choice, aligned to kingdoms, has on this morning, decayed.

FOREVER IN PURSUIT
OF CONTEXT-UAL ROOTS,
A RIGHT OF OUR OWN
AND A SENSE OF THE TRUTH

TAKE LEAD FROM LINGUISTICS
– SUCH CURTAILED FORM OF SEEING
THROUGH THE NATURE AND THE PROBLEMS
I'M BLIND IN ABSURDITY
LIKE INVISIBLE TETHER ATTACHED, VIBRATING LETTERS
CAPTURED BY THE QUICK TONGUE
MY MOTHER'S ONLY WISDOM.

WHAT A FANTASTIC DEATH SHE HAD.
STRUCK BY ELECTRICAL WHIP DETAINING ERRORS OF SYNTAX.

I'M A DOORKNOB
I'M A CAMEL
I'M A TEXTUAL RECOLLECTION.
JUST A WORD
ENAMORED 'YOU'
AS A SUM FOR CALCULATING
HELP EQUATE
AND TO RULE
THE CIRCUIT-BOARDS
TO LIGHT US ALL.

I AM A JELLY DOUGHNUT

2010-01-16T11:32:00.006Z

a transfigured shape-shifter for home
compensated
voices of a fairytale syndrome.

I'll be back for you soon
in marigold shimmers.

.

FOR HENRY

2010-01-16T10:52:00.004Z

CONFETTI

2010-01-12T18:04:00.003Z

drawn and quartered whilst standing on opposite side of the street where a new years celebration was taking place.
friends and unfamiliars frolicked amongst snowfights, german champagne and snap, crackle, pops of feuerwerks were heard overhead although seen from an equal level with our eyes. applefuckers firing cylinders from all angles, yet we chose not to hide, but retaliate.
with fire kindled from the trinkets of peter pan's children, jars were set loose and the sparks celebrated in a jubilant competition of victory.

we arose the morning after, feasting on a breakfast of champions.

10.01.10

2010-01-12T17:52:00.002Z

it's only once the page is turned
a memory of her will spring forth
in birth

17.11.09

2010-01-12T17:27:00.003Z

whenever I buy a new pen (it's not actually a pen, but more of a short, thin piece of tubing capable of containing ink with a brush attached to the 'opened when pressure is applied' orifice on the end, although the latter isn't really as easy to sell to people as the term 'Pen'), I can't help but wonder how or why such simplistic, new found movements of fluidity, within the grasp of fingertips, can enable the imagination to conjure up an array of gross creatures.

take up new hobbies, ethereal activities, found only in daydreams.

COMPANY

2010-01-07T17:04:00.006Z

A collage made from family photographs found rustling through wicker baskets whilst perusing a flea market in Brighton.

Friendships - Lovers - Solitude
It is only when the latter begins to ask introverted questions that we query not any one in particular, but only ourselves. With this in mind, evidence for a purpose in 'doing' anything at all proves to become quarrelsome.

Perhaps at this conjuncture we begin searching for the lost ones we chose to forget in the process of constructing a monumental 'self'. With our hands dipped in the words of Others, pick up the paints and dress our face in masks, rub traditions into skin, moisturize our filaments in a radioactive sunburn and compound our sparks into a bulb of one, never to be lost in the pond of a swan mourning over their lost love, shot in the early hours of the morning by a drunkard out to prove the power of man, for the love of his Other.

EQUATIONS

2010-01-07T11:12:00.004Z

A sum dividable by its own parts,
the answer?
gripped tight in the shut palm of truth.
I'm a horse galopping, body made of glu.
My answer is the same before,
we all lay in before.
The answer is there,
at the moment when the hand found something
worth holding on to.

30.12.09

2010-01-07T10:50:00.001Z

The most useless fork becomes an expert coathanger

24.12.09

2010-01-07T10:39:00.003Z

chair patterns. like in a dream when you see a place,
an unknown, vast landscape, built from passive observations
in the street.
Yet sense informs us it IS a place we should recognise in an instant.
In similar vein, what you see below are patterns found on the chairs of the District Line, or so says the caption.
What you see below is imaginary.
And you'll never see it anyway.

FROMAGE

2009-12-24T01:44:00.009Z

dig into the dust, ponder question

Marx around your eyes, alleviate

the answer in a match-

strike us all

with lightning bolts glide

glide

glide under the wings of supreme

Chip Kidd's

mind supreme

Chip Kidd and his supreme designs

•

NATTER.

2009-12-23T21:39:00.001Z

NATTER NATTER NATTER NATTER.
EVERYDAY LEAVES FASTER.
SO WRITE A POSTCARD NOW
AND SEND IT TO YOURSELF.
UNKNOWINGLY
WALK IN THE CROSS-HAIRS
OF YOUR FUTURE
AND DO NOT KNOW
JUST.
BE.
A
NATTER NATTER NATTER NATTER.

Å ˚ a

A REACTION TO WEATHER

2009-12-22T02:52:00.001Z

SNOWFLAKES

LIVING IN A TIN-CAN

2009-12-22T02:29:00.006Z

AND THERE ARE CINEMAS

AND ALCOHOL SHOPS
AND ALSO A CIRCUS FOR WHEN PEOPLE GROW BORED OF LIFE AT THE FURNACE
AND CRAVE A LITTLE DISTRACTION

make honey
sell beehive
buy honey
laugh
work
sting
die
∆

CHARMSTICKS

2009-12-22T01:27:00.004Z

retain files containing

our corresponding filaments
send three letters
a single post-card returns
this file is not going very far
so grab a paper-clip
and close this case
for future reference
we’ll navigate in photographs
a quick snap
a stellar performance
via the mistakes of king Louis
we act out rebellion
but were taught by the masters of us all
of us all

FACES

2009-12-22T01:05:00.005Z

fumed pipe of a power plant sky line

-earth
-gaia
-vishnu
-allah
exhale your secret industry

so suck in deep
and count to three
bite down
...
...
ready?

ok, finally
a face worth remembering
grinning amongst the decapitated fields and seen
through winking eyes of a ladybird

the wings torn
a crawling
prefect
sings
for you
for me
the melody

so sing the flute song
sing the flute, song

"a gods work in history
covered in
covered in
look! my hands are filthy
pass a bar
pass a bar
watch the dandelions fly
hovering
hover in
coal!
soap!
harvest!
mine!
coal!
soap!
harvest!
mind!"

Casio SK-5

2009-12-03T13:18:00.001Z

submit submit submit

2009-12-03T13:07:00.001Z

DECEMBER 15th

2009-11-20T02:09:00.003Z

BEAR GAMI and CLINIC swooping into North London like eagles spread bare with legs hooked up over beaks and slipping over a recently washed, tiled, kitchen floor.

˚

2009-11-16T02:35:00.001Z

THIS IS OURS

2009-11-15T11:13:00.001Z

For when walking in new, unchartered territories, or surrounded by peoples that create a sense of unease in your mind. Drop the walls. You have created an unhealthy Other, a vehicle of which you have allowed to carry your projections of fear onto. Any excuse to return to the womb. Now drop the walls, the concept, don't allow your self to forget the adventure.
We can only ever be found if we are lost.
So remove the tag from your bag/pocket/carrying apparatus.
Hold tag at eye level.
Repeat 'This is Ours' five times aloud.
Regardless of who surrounds you.
Remind your self that the Other you have created is only an array of symbols embodied in a detached sense of existence. Although you may be scared, the floor we walk on together is always ours, the air we breathe is ours and the sight, the language, is ours.
Feel at ease.
Bend those knees.
Ha ha.

THIS IS OURS.

"with the minds of prehistoric rainworms, we can travel through time"

2009-11-14T15:14:00.004Z

˚
Castro and myself visited Rimini and Rome over the Summer. Finding a hidden treasure within the confines of an overgrown and desolate courtyard. Subsequent to prizing open the door to reveal what contained carcasses of pigeons, floor covered in excrement, decrepit school desks and tarten sheets overhanging the ceiling, a 5am set-off on hired bicycles and with a bounty of paper, home-made-glue (for snack attax) and paints, we embued Bear Gami upon the walls and left after 6 hours of inhaling the shit and sweet delights of pasting our imaginations upon the walls.
The first eFactist exhibition of sorts.

Bring on Stockholm.

∆

huckleberry gravy

2009-11-10T00:39:00.000Z

truth

2009-11-09T16:29:00.008Z

EVIDENCE

i'm a cheat
a thief
a complete despondent
truth

i'm your home
your smile
your desire reconciled

I condensate for us
I condensate for me
I condensate for you
a storm to bring us sea

i'm the naked lumbar stripped from your body
i'm the rainwater dripping on your shoe incessantly
through the permeable bus stop roof above your head
i'm watching over you
just like she said

I condensate for us
I condensate for them
I condensate for others
a storm to bring us sea

i'm the hazel of your iris
simmer in copper pots
my bubbles clamber up and over
like the 23rd Division
-
France & Flanders
August 1915
wailed in orchestrated
squeals
-
God rest there souls
and allow God to rest
for two minutes
remember
a classroom of pupils
suffering steam
and condensation
oh the heat!
the flames!
of the oil and the gas!
of the price that we pay
for the price of today

I'll sell you your home
for the dead
for the married
few locked in time
forever
with no body

I condensate for us
that's all we'll remember
I condensate for you
and that's all we'll ever do
I condensate for others
to commemorate the living
a storm to bring us sea
just remember death is true

Portobello Film Festival : 04.09.09

2009-11-04T03:33:00.002Z

∆

2009-11-03T00:50:00.002Z

2009-11-02T12:51:00.001Z

ok so this image isn't of my own creation but we all can digg right?
being bordered in black will always save the day.

2009-11-02T12:44:00.003Z

for when we ate text messaged themed love hearts aged sixteen.

TWO SMOKES IS ALL IT TAKES

2009-10-29T22:31:00.004Z

in the glitter
i'm a jitter-bugg
jitter-bugg

my knees do bend and watch them shake
when I need you love
you leave me love

buckle under certain trends
the vowels I use for you my friend

are highlights for excess parade
we'll leave this town in jitters dave

the joke

2009-10-29T14:35:00.004Z

the snake uncoils
reveal a gaping mouth
laugh in the silence
in the silence, find laughter

the tip of its tail
dripping with honey to allow
my mind to feed
in eternity she'll find us

∆

That's 30 Pence Please

2009-10-11T22:53:00.004+01:00

My favourite carpenter Alan Welsh will soon be releasing a four song EP.
The EP is currently untitled.
But the Tracklisting is as follows:

1. Just Like That
2. Cardboard Hilltop
3. Trains Are Broken
4. Emergency

His musics leave me betwixt and between conscious and the unconscious state of doing.
In fact, just the other night I fell asleep with headphones on and as the EP filtered into my dreams, I awoke to find myself naively smiling like drunk person reflecting childhood nostalgia.
He has asked and I have accepted to make some artworx, so the above is just a test as to what may or may not work.

The digital clock says 23:33.

G.
x

Camden : 29.09.09

2009-10-11T22:41:00.004+01:00

midwives push me in the river
with the spit and curse.
as my body hits
water grains of transportation copulate with atoms.
my back
crashes into dune
i'm lying in the desert
with nano-structures of socratic truth
stuck inbetween my teeth.
hands begin groping from beneath sand
gripping the sides of my torso
and limbs.
body begins to secrete
translucent goblets
seeping through pores
and i become a wax entity.
continuous push up to heavens
as i begin to melt
everywhere
wax drooping through fingers
palms
wrists
and arms.
i disappear.
providing the sand
with its needs
the hands retract into earth
newborn
with skin

AMEN.

2009-10-07T01:04:00.006+01:00

2012: An Intergalactic Guide to the Birth of Newmanity

2009-10-07T00:48:00.004+01:00

Open publication - Free publishing - More cheap

Another book, this one comes with free badge and is SLIGHTLY smaller than your standard A5 spread. Conceptual notion of adhering to potions.
'2012...' collage book of man's obsession with our continuous logging of earth samples to satisfy proof of 'nature' in the gods eye (in fact the eye of man and only ever, man) in a trade for sacrificial science of proof, of a knowledge in man of what is perceived as humankind's idea of nature only to crumble at creation of flag, all wrapped up in prayer like winnie the pooh's fists stuck together by jizz and the imaginary order of honey treacling down tigger's tail.

i admit my weaknesses, i'm ill with 10kg weights for eye-lids.

photoandvideosooninmeantimekeepitrealwithyournan.

enjoy pictorial evidence.

G.

TENNIS-TESTICULAR

2009-10-07T00:46:00.001+01:00

never believe in the theories of Freud.

EARLY MORNING

2009-10-07T00:42:00.000+01:00

long journeys expounding on night before

CROYDE BAY '09

2009-10-07T00:39:00.002+01:00

SKETCHBOOK 087.

2009-10-07T00:35:00.001+01:00

RIMINI - 21.08.09

2009-10-07T00:32:00.001+01:00

WITH EYESIGHT OF ODIN

2009-10-07T00:14:00.001+01:00

we can move radiators.

THE BALL GAME OF MAYANS

2009-10-02T13:47:00.005+01:00

The Ball Game of Mayans

another photography-based zine depicting the link between mayan culture and football culture. Cultural artefacts transcending cultures through time like spiral-coil.

G.
www.beargami.eu

2009-09-30T21:28:00.008+01:00

'AROMATIC FAUX ROMANTIC'

http://rapidshare.com/files/302740454/aromatic_faux_romantic.mp3

i wrote melodies and words...copy and paste the link for some free...music?

Reports from the Global Village

2009-09-23T18:21:00.005+01:00

made from excerpts of Travels in Hyperreality by Italian author Umberto Eco.
what provoked my deconstructing of book forms in structure of digital steel was the brief by peoples over at www.clinicpresents.com for their event/exhibition Tuesday 29th September.

they make me do things.

the torn apart chapter is titled 'Reports from the Global Village'. underneath this sentence you can see the disparate seperation of pages have been compounded into single form.
click.jpeg

G.

THE BALL GAME OF MAYANs

2009-09-23T04:33:00.003+01:00

they just never...
...stopped...
...kicking...

did they?

21.

2009-09-22T18:49:00.002+01:00

CAN WE HAVE 3D IN TIME?

so i was reading about astronauts and their capability of being able to time-travel whilst 'being' outside of the Earth's atmosphere. as i read internal, memories flittered out and cut into my consciousness appearing as translucent circles like sticker-sheets in primary school classroom.

"by reading and making sense through these memories, am i not time-travelling in the same sense like the astronauts?"

that's me thinking by the way.
sense protruded and inspiration beckoned digital materialization of above concept. expanded.
the physical copies are will be photographed and up well really soon.

G.

dijj-ee-fact.

2009-09-22T12:13:00.001+01:00

Once this week is dun everyone of my senses must sit outside.

2009-09-22T12:00:00.000+01:00

THE GOOD THE BAD THE UGLY

the good the bad the ugly is a conceptual notion materialized into a physical 'zine form for physical pleasures and published below for those who prefer the intangible delights of the digital era.

The 'zines are limited to 30 and are bound with a piece of red card I found on the floor.
It will totally be available at 'zine fairs/symposiums/the cupboard behind your bathroom mirror for £3 or £4 with a poster, oh hang on!...The posters aren't screen-printed so don't expect to slather drool over the authentic hand-made-D.I.Y-harder-than-Ian-MacKaye-limited-for-your-pleasure-and-nobody-elses. They'll just be ink on paper but the wrestlers are well amusing so glue it to the cage of your pet budgie.

Here's a JPEG of one..

"I think I need some ketameen"

Of course I should definitely type up the conceptual notion but then that'd deter any point of interaction about the 'zine in person possibly...we've got to take an interest and ask somewhere along a line right?

Parminedes saw the world divided into pairs of being/non-being. One half of the opposition he called positive, the other negative.

Which one is the positive?
Which is YOUR negative?

digital promise.

Open publication - Free publishing - More wrestlers

Tottenham Court Road : 04.09.09

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03:23am semi-unconscious state.

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the good the bad the ugly

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physical?

I'm open for trades as such the juggles of bird-naps.

oh my, blogger video quality is truly appalling.
£5 including postage (£6.25 with poster).
£3 in reality over subcultural counters (£4 with poster).

www.beargami.eu

HELLO.

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HELLO.

I AM GEPETTO. ONE HALF OF BEAR GAMI AND EVERYBODY.

THE PURPOSE OF BLOG IS TO DIGITALLY LOG THE IMAGINARY IN A PURGATORIAL STATE BETWEEN REALITY AND THE SYMBOLIC.

MOST IMAGES TAKEN FROM CHEAP ANNUALS FOUND IN CHEAP SHOPS ON HIGH STREETS OF BRITANNIA. I NEVER CARRY A MIRROR ON MY PERSON, PERHAPS FOR THE EROTIC SPARKS INTIMIDATING PASSER-BYS AS THEY FEAR THE GLARE IN REFLECTION OF SHOP WINDOWS.

I'LL BE GRAZING SHEEPDOGS.

IF ANYBODY MAKES THE SHIRT DESIGN BELOW I WILL SWAP ANY OF MY PRINTED EFACTs FOR IT...AND MAYBE MORE...HOME-MADE-ORGANIC EXFOLIATING FACE WASH WITH HOME-MADE TOE-NAILS.