Under a pile of rocks
Banging out a one-page zine. About what, Idk. Nothing. Everything. How a textuationship is an actual thing? Have I been living under a pile of rocks? How maybe I just need a break from everything online. How I’m just tired of people's bare minimum. Appeased by scraps. I gross myself out.
The cover. On the flip side, huge block of text:
I'm the one -Descendents