or just another failed dreamsong? When optic nerves sing to the splinter of the mind’s eye…

Doing shadow-work and brawling with the twilight of phantom icons of time’s past that were never really there,

The people are starving for images and must tell them maniacal things .

A touch of madness and mirth interlocked in combat with constructive chaotic evil there’s no absolutes of black and white, sorry kids as I sat in the lotus position in deep meditation letting pure consciousness wash over me in an electric stream.

Nah, I’m not enlightened nor on the verge of nirvana but there’s a great convergence oncoming, and the mechanics of universe coming into play.

It’s not all seemingly connected in the realm of reality-hunger capitalist realism simulations haunted by neo-retro unobtainable futures.
In a realm of silent screams what is the answer to when attempting to discover revelation?

Okay…just one of the answers no one demanded….it’s not even an answer….it’s not a serious business endeavor either…it’s a celebration of unhindered self-expression.

I didn’t start a new endeavor to mirror DUMPSTER FIRE PRESS nor pick up the pieces of the shattered DEADSTAR: CONTROL which was kind of a collection anyone and everyone brought on who needed constant prodding and just sat there and shit themselves when it came to actually doing anything that would make it lucrative.

BIONIK PUSSY IS NOT ABOUT THAT…it’s a convergence of the national, international and local. Your local, my local but not hyper-localization.

I don’t cut deals, I’m not a business man. Perhaps at the most an promoter but nah, I’m really just here to showcase the underground, the unknown, the kinky, the rageful, the depraved. It’s a manifestation of all pervading love.

The type of love that says the quiet parts out loud and kicks the door off the hinges, guzzles a fifth of whiskey, lights a joint and throws a Molotov into a Victorian styled home causing the rents of the poor to sky-rocket.

There’s no agenda or profiteering objective…just celebration of perception, the honor of truth. A fluid construct flowing and forming organically via collaboration.

That being said, there are stories to told, lessons to be shared, a plethora of concepts and notions to consider to dispel the myth of normal.

Life is metaphor and as Shakespeare stated “art is a mirror held up to life.”

Share with us stories true and imaginary or truth with a bit of imagination or imagination with a bit of truth. Poetry is great for that. Gonzo articles are too. Flash fiction is awesome for the famished but overwhelmed mind and images can hit like a sledge hammer both visual and literary.

Make a statement or don’t.

Laments are cool.

Prophecies are fine and insane in a good way too.

Be as obnoxious, pulpy, vulgar, and brutal as you desire.

Think grindhouse punk thriller with an amalgamation of bizarre elements.

There isn’t a deadline for BIONIK PU$$Y unless we do a special anthology but that’s a ways off. The site is something that will be ongoing and be collected every so often.

Check out our submissions page for details…

PUSSY POWER

Not only does this kitten have claws…but…EGGS?