clowns in the fire house

"It was the first squat I ever stayed in, not counting one vaguely-remembered night at a place called The Animal House in Seattle in the distant and drunken past; and it opened a door to a radical new world, germinating a wild garden of hitherto unknown possibilities in the vivid soil of my imagination."

That's the first sentence of my new zine whose front & back covers you can admire above.
 
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