With a photocopy of the author’s prescription to Paxil (usually for depression or obsessive/compulsive disorder) and being in jail, I have a feeling this zine’s more about self-therapy than anything else. There’s a hand-written, blow-by-blow rant on how he hates a radio program and death and disorder poetry. Matthew likes the word “cum” and uses it often by itself or making up new words, like “welcum,” and “cuntinue.” It’s obviously the work of tortured soul cutting and pasting what’ll stick. –Todd (Matthew Johnson, PO Box 59, Linwood, MA01525-9998)