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RMP's Interests
General
DIY writing publishing reading pamphlets leaflets chapbooks mail art mistakes the infinite number of possibilites that creates zines silly string
interested in~~
running on at the mouth
things that don't make sense
make sense
how things connect
if you have ever looked up at the stars
seeing those invisible strings
well, you just have to know
if you have ever named a tree you
and stayed with her til the sunrise
just to feel that new day rush you can only get that way
you know it's all got to mean something
we aren't in it for money
or even glory
we're in it for the something
We Don't Make Misstakes ...
We Make Collector's Items.
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Private Vacancy Chap
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22 Poems by Michele McDannold
Mailer .5
"Accidental Hell" by Stephen Morse
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"Bukowksi n More" Mini-Mailer by F.N. Wright
Mailer .2
"Keep Moving" by Aleathia Drehmer
Mailer 1.5
"Rosewater" Mini-Mailer by Aleathia Drehmer
Interview Broadside Series #001
Michele McDannold
Interview Broadside Series #002
Aleathia Drehmer
Interview Booklet Series #004
F.N. Wright
Cherry Bomb Over-Sized Postcard
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Poetry, Photography
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Mailer .2 includes
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A Matchbook Poem
the 11x17 Keep Moving Poster
Rosewater CD
11x17 Keep Moving Poster
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Poetry
&Photography by
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Mini-Mailer 1.5
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A Sneak Preview
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Rural Messengers Press is this idea, see.
well, not really.
it was an idea.
now, it's a press.
because there's paper things.
to plug into our ideas might take a really long time and we tend to get quite long winded n shit, so maybe you should just check out the paper stuff. eventually the idea things will tinker along the way.
Who I'd like to meet:
Who?
me, i'm the editor
and maker of things
here, is the current
featured artist
poet, writer,
it's been good having you as a friend. i wanted to let you know that my poem "A True Liberator" has been mixed and i wanted to invite you personally to listen to it. so here's the info:
it's like this, if you listen, Tone Def Jams & 10K Poets will blow your mind away. " A True Liberator" is mixed, old skool poerty vs. bad ass beats. come get a ear shot of this. go as a friend. always come back as family.
THANK YOU FOR BEING A FRIEND! THANKS FOR HANGING AROUND! AND THANKS FOR VISITING ME FROM TIME TO TIME! FROM YOUR FRIEND ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE … HAVE A GREAT AND TWISTED DAY! -CHRIS M. KINNEY
DROPPING BY TO SAY THANKS FOR BEING A FRIEND OF THE LUNACY MACHINE I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS NASTY NOOK I CALL…
Is there someone there? Is there someone there? Come talk to us tonight. We’re asking for the dead to speak. It’s only us, my wife and me. Come tell us how you died.
The oracle moved about the board, A figure-eight reply. The oracle started slowing down, then stopped … above the Y.
Tell us more; tell us more, spirit sailing free. Tell us how you died tonight. Tell us when you died tonight. Tell us what brings you here tonight. Keep spelling it for me.
The figure eight continues, and around the board it moves. It’s slowing down, it’s slowing down. Come, spirit, talk to me right now. Tell us tonight, because we want to know … Then the oracle stopped on the letter O.
You’re coming in so very clear, Now tell us why you’re roaming here, on this dark and stormy night. Speak to me, speak to me, Travel through this board to me. Tell us why you sleep tonight beneath your resting tomb. Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me now. Then the oracle stopped on the U.
Y-O-U, Y-O-U, this isn’t making sense. You spelled out YOU is this what you meant to do? Then the oracle stopped on YES. My hands were sweating. My knees were shaking. My wife had glanced up, hesitating, While I just sat there, concentrating, Recalling what I knew. This cannot be. This cannot be. Then the oracle spelled out S-U-E.
---Continued in my BLOG(due to lack of space) OR----- OWN THE LUNACY MACHINE TODAY!!:
The Species Crown
