I made these three tiny PS1-themed zines to give away during GX2 in mid-July. I sold them online shortly after for $1 a 3-pack, and then sold out of them completely at San Francisco Zine Fest last weekend, so now I’m putting them online, here you go.
These are single-sheet zines, quick and painless, drawn in like two days, and Rookie has a good single-sheet zine tutorial if you want to give it a shot.
Thanks everyone who said kind words about them at GX2, thanks everyone who bought a copy, thanks Brian Crecente for writing about them on Polygon, thanks thanks thanks.
Did you know GX is returning next year? The GX3 kickstarter has a little over a week left to go, support them!
Finally, this is my 100th post on this tumblr. Thank you for following me.
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Jordan Castro is a thin man. This is why the inner fat man inside of me wants to hate him. But I don’t. Jordan Castro is one of those true poets whose poems don’t feel like poems. When you read most poems it makes you feel like you’re fasting. This is how empty most poems feel. Castro’s poems are different. They are full of carbs and girls and life and recklessness and wildness and flesh. They fill me up. They make me feel hungry for more. I read them and I eat. I grow large with this rock and roll and life. Fifty years from now, people will read these poems and whisper, ‘I want to be young again. I want to be young again.’ And it will be so.
Cale Weir sncking on a whole bottle of coke & full bag of cheetos
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