PALE GREY MIST

Love is a tower of power

Standing erect in the sky

While seagulls swirl thru

The pale grey mist of memories

A certain woman is on my mind

Sometimes

I contemplate the lotus feet of GOD

Amber waves of grain

Crash upon the shore of my soul

And fill the void of my yearning

Reasons for being stand to be counted

All are found wanting

I talk, I exist in memories of pale grey mist

Movie crews reel in rolls of tourist

From bloody boards

Carnival lights blink in the night

Only God knows the darkness of my soul

Seas of seamen squirt

From enormous erections

Returning my attention forever and again

To my strawberry blond friend

Why pretend I'll love her and it

Till the end

Secret sins win again

TWILITE

In the twilite of the toenails

Fastidious flies feasted furiously

On horney hunks of ham

While occluded osculations

Pumped quick silver resin thru

The freeway of my heart

WANTED

ALF

....IS EXPERIENCING

growing pains

and is looking for some help.  We have

art and photgraphy covered but now we

are looking for help in covering

THE MUSIC AND THEATER SCENES

This not a payed position but an opportunity for exposure and a voice on the local

CULTURE SCENES

Interested parties should send a letter of interest with qualifications and comments to;

artsliberationfront@yahoo.com

If you do not hear from us within thirty days

...it's ...sorry...!!



THE SKINNY

THE SKINNY

from the streets on the

Azzberri Pawk

art scene

is

this

The British born alternative music festival

ALL TOMMORROW'S PARTIES

will be coming to the convention hall next weekend for a three day run

..here's the skinny

The Johnathon Levine Gallery out of NYC will be showing  the album cover work of

SHEPPARD FAIREY

Note:  Capt Flash is from the same area of L.A. that Fairey is from and met him in Charleston, S.C. when he spoke at the college there

REMEMBER;

OBEY

CONSUME

REPEAT

....here's the good part, according to

TCN he will...make his mark by doing

some "site specific murals".

Whooo...hold on a minute..!!!

Doesn't he know about ARTSCRAP'S

crap, the mural ordinance. 

I talked to my sources at Parlor Gallery who told me that an attempt had been made to aquire permits but the committee that is to review them is no more and the city is dragging it's feet on granting permission.

The question is will Fairey violate the ordinance law?  We kinda' hope he does so we can shine a spotlight on the absurdity of the thing.

I might have mentioned this before that the first ARTSCRAP  meeting I attended they were praising someone named Von Suskill for getting it passed.  I thought to myself, "how stupied".  The very last thing you want to do is give the power of denial to non artistic, administrative types. Give 'em a chance to say "NO" and they will.

Then there was the fiasco around the mural on Bond Street by local artist Porkchop where some woman called the cops and got him to stop.  Yours truely did some work on the side of Johhny Mac's with out a permit and never heard a word about it.

ALF thinks the ord. should be renamed the PORKCHOP ord. cause apparently he is the only one that it applies to.

OBEY-CONSUME-REPEAT

Then show solidarity and

OCCUPY WALL ST.



PREDICTION

PREDICTION

This is an easy one

ALF

predicts that

DAN JACOBSON

will loose the election

Anyone who disagrees can put their money

where their mouth is

........Capt Flash



RUSSIAN GIRL

WIGGLE ROOM

CULTURE

HOW'D YA' LIKE AN

EMOTIONAL, CULTURAL

ENEMA

..OR HOW 'BOUT AN

INTELLECTUAL DEUTSCH

?

SHUT UP

SHUT UP

Instead of cringing in the corner

Senseless acts of beauty spiraled

Into the oblivion of my mind

Violating the sanctity of my imperiled

Preganacy while squirting red hot

Shot of passion on the front of my pants

I stand in dumb struck awe waiting

For the dawn to silently reveal the

Demensions of the enormous orb

Threatened like a mountain

Squealed like a squirrel

I contemplate my navel

As a crimonson tide smothers

My resistance to love

THE MAILMAN

THE MAILMAN

Coagulated conciousness

Waited in the wings of my awareness

While progressive chickens plucked

Plenty of peanuts from

The pie in the sky

Frightened worms fainted

In the hallways

Awful animals invited

Disaster to watch the

Bar-B-Que at the church

Next Sunday

Passionate pink pineapples

Painted ponies that

Farted furiously when

The mailman came

In his pants