✍ Scribed by Bird, Stephen C.
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Dear Fakebook fiends and frienemies -- Noloso Chusingura returns to Mucha Nieve -- The dark angel of blue silence who speaks to Noloso Chusingura furing his Rem sleep [El Angelo Oscuro del silencio azul] -- Pavlina Perestroika -- Koontessa Klarissa Koontberger -- Pavlina Perestroika and the powder blue blanket -- Reminiscences from a hillbilly clairvoyant -- Fakebook girl wants to fake you up -- Giovanni Zsazasasky goes to vulture -- The collective we of faggots like us who costumed as a tragic Greek chorus speak to Giovanni Zsazsasky during his rem sleep -- The Grrrrls who loved weak-Ed too much -- Sheena horrorshow princess -- Jean-Nette the jet lag fag hag -- Dolores the day-glo drag queen -- Tne international consortium of bullsh*t artists Fakebook fakers and not-so-hilarious hacks -- The collected/completed and unfinished works of Noloso Chushingura -- Reviews of: Art is dead: the anti-book.
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