If you asked me to explain what I just read, the only logical answer I could give you would be a confused look. Poetry about locked doors, prose about a young person’s memory of the Waco massacre on their birthday, and odd drawings of people with inanimate objects for heads. Whatever this zine is, much of it is clouded in mystery.It made me think about a lot of things. It posed philosophical questions and shook my preconceived notions on what a confusing photocopied zine could be.Here is the nature of my thoughts, distilled to a single word: “Art?” Grade: B. –Bryan Static (No address listed)