Going Ape Shit Press 047

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· 5 years ago

  

              going ape shit press #47 by pip the angry youth 

  oi... i'm bloody angry... 

  *O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O* 
                           this is just too much 

  i walk out to the mailbox in front of my house as i do every day, and 
  i look through the mail as i do every day.  i see a publication by a 
  company named underground image, noticing that it's addressed to my 13 
  year old brother i choose to further investigate. 

  i sit down and pan through the pages... first page has a little comic 
  that tries to seem 'underground' that contains a story about a 
  weakling named 'meeks' who gets sand kicked in his face.  he gets 
  overenraged by this and picks up a catalog with print t-shirts and he 
  orders himself some... the next time he goes to the beach, he kicks 
  the crap out of the original ruffian...  this glorifies the t-shirts 
  just a little too much... 

  throughout the catalog there are assorted letters scattered 
  everywhere, with little quips of an answer from the editor that seem 
  to be written by a narrow minded simpleton who refuses to see the 
  world in any other angle than his own.  letters from irate mothers are 
  answered with little more than a 'fuck you bitch', and letters from 
  endorsers of the catalog are greeted with 'let our message be heard!  i 
  am glad to hear something from someone who feels the same way i do!" 

  this catalog has no political standings, but it portrays itself as 
  having strong political values.  there isn't a single message in this 
  entire farce of a publication, save the one 'capitolizing on early 
  teenage angst and this whole alternative swing' that screams out to me 
  in every single page. 

  t-shirts that have messages such as 'anger is a gift' and 'fuck you' 
  with a beautiful picture of a middle finger.  eightball holding and 
  pot smoking rastafarian creatures with a enormous smile on their 
  face... 

  and my brother bought into it... 

  i can't beleive this, i thought he had a brain in that undersized 
  cranium of his.  i guess i was wrong, completely wrong.  he's wearing 
  anarchy shirts from that company, a flimsy t-shirt with cheap 
  silk-screening on it for 20 dollars.  underground my ass, more like 
  capitolistic bastards.  but i'm not one to complain, so you didn't 
  hear it from me... 

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  hmph... grrr... anger is a gift... even my handle is to poke fun at 
  teenage angst =]