Throwrag...
Still alive.
So we're approaching a year doing this so far. I know...its ridiculous...i mean most of you reading this are here by accident and your only reading further out of morbid curiosity. I thank you for your time.
What started out as a good idea taken too far after a liter of whiskey...is now a better idea, with several people drinking whiskey behind it. We try.
There are 5 email accounts on the website...however every email we've ever gotten (with the one you sent bernard) has been sent to the yahoo.
so fuck it.
our permanent email with be Throwragmag@yahoo.com. the links on the page are yours to enjoy.
our gift to you.
Issue #4 coming soon...
More of #3 coming with it...
If you're in a position to give us a place to leave a few copies where people could read them, please let us know!
Oh, and other zines? we are down with trading.
-boyd.
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In Frank Antagonism.
Feast,
O Weary Eyed Wanderers,
On this bread taken of need.
Then shout from highest tower,
So shall it be decreed;
That if this table,
Be spread not for all,
Then we, the unwanted,
Will answer to that call.
Forging ahead,
Leaving a wrench,
To stop their wheel in our stead.
For those who dream,
We have no need,
Or lust of wealth;
or petty greed.
Our hearts lie far away
In a land where on display;
Truth
Adventure
Love & rage
May be seen by all,
In the light of this new day.
Feast,
O Bleary Eyed Dreamer,
On this bread taken of hunger.
May it fill your gut, and grant you strength
To pull your yourself from under,
The heavy foot of trashcan lives.
See with your eyes and strive,
For the day when your sustenance
Will come at lesser risk.
Take in free air,
and fill your chest,
Stand up as one,
and beat your breast!
Let your voice soar,
O'er mount and moor,
Towards the Heavens cry!
We're Done With All The Lies!
Feast,
O Downtrodden Saints,
On this meal fit for King Ludd.
Feast,
My friend adventure.
Taste freedom.
Drink to truth,
And fight
Forever more for the new dawns light,
To shine upon this day.
To keep their beast at bay,
And forevermore,
Grant us the peace
To feast upon this life,
Each, in our very own way.
throwrag.
