10/20/2016
Yesterday, dearest Facebook darlings of the Berenstein Singularity, in a (sadly rather fleeting) moment of most magickal loveliness found within a cold, wet & grey October late afternoons/early evening, we packed up one of our radical pieces of DIY luggage (this time a totally '80s A/V tech supply kinda dealio of a Megadeth roadie [previously owned by Dave Mustane's own personal guitar tech]) &, though sans Radio Flyer (rain rain no bueño), hustled our teeny little cutiepie merry band of smiley-eye'd thieves de les energies des vivres bonnes to the bustling artful Ken Kesey Square of Downtown &, for the first time ever, no obvious event* to celebrate*, found a dry spot under a tiny overhang in an alcovey entranceway-thing in the belly of some swanky office bldg of one kind or another, & managed to set up & sell not one zine without ever being told to scram by the 9-5 hipster elitists who called this place the day job. Sold not one zine, folksy woodland fungi hunters, not a single button, either... Not all was lost, however, as the 2 of us gained some of that ultra-coveted street cred, got our name out there a bit more, & found that true happiness cannot be bought with money...nah, ~love~ is the universe's currency, a language understood by all creatures great & even the itty bitty li'l ones, as well. Like a teacup chihuahua dressed as a cowboy, we walked off into the sunset, eternal in our love-bliss'd n diss'd n not giving a f**k more than we had to. Haters gonna hate, our dear headed readers, but we're lovers, ya see, so we do what we gotta do. Which is love. Right in the face! ❤️
