Lollipop Magazine

Quien Es Tu Madre? – Fiction

July 1, 1995

Cigarette smoke, marijuana smoke, we are fish in a bowl… Travelling around the speed of sound… all we hear is salsa, all I taste is Tisha…

Cheap Speech – Fiction

July 1, 1995

Already the chimps are bearing their capped teeth, thumping their imported-cotton chests, and throwing dirt, lots of dirt, into the air.

I’m Depressed, So Buy Me Some Smack – Fiction

July 1, 1995

I must’ve touched on a sensitive subject. He probably wasn’t supposed to be there. Or maybe he was ashamed of being dead, and didn’t want anyone to mention it.

The Culture Bunker – Goes To New York Part III: The Inciting Contusion – Fiction

June 1, 1995

I could tell we were getting nearer Fox’s fortress by the growing sound of jungle drum machines in the distance. That and the heads strewn around the corridor.

How To Start Your Own Zine – Part IV: You gotta know when to fold ’em – Fiction

June 1, 1995

Everyone cried and hugged one another, particularly Max Hedon and Sister Columbo, and without further ado, took the money.

All Hail The Quintessential White Trash Couple – Fiction

June 1, 1995

BIG HAIR has to pick up her boyfriend because he doesn’t have a car. She has to pay for his drinks because he doesn’t have a job. God he’s hot!

Upside Down Guitar Man in the Land of the Rising Sun – Fiction

May 1, 1995

The police picked me up in Ginza, the expensive shopping district, for playing my guitar upside down on the street. None of the officers spoke English.

The Sirens of Cyber – Column

May 1, 1995

Music as a subject still lags a distant second behind sex as a topic of communication on the Net. The information superhighway is paved with male ejaculate.

The Culture Bunker – Goes To New York – Part Two: The Second Part- Fiction

May 1, 1995

There are few things quite as electric as the last few moments before a live broadcast, although urinating on a malfunctioning power generator comes close.

Square Dance Lessons – Fiction

April 1, 1995

Whoa, ding-dong, three o’clock, I’m going to be late for my square dance seminar at the city college. Thank you all, but I’ll have to come back some other day.