I’m sorry; I apologize. I’m always making you wait on some weirdness where I love bomb people and seem like a “dumpster fire”. Well in usual fashion this zine is fully uploaded for your reading pleasure. I promise I will post it in the QKP section soon as I start posting 20scene VOL 5 issue 1 which is literally just around the corner because Karim Abdul Jaffar loves you.

I’m gonna start off and say the image is a cherry blossom tree in High Park inverted. I always find myself in that park staring at those damn things, it’s usually a good time. The best is when people yell at you for climbing them and eating the cherries.(please don’t judge me I am terribly uncivilized)

So this poem is really an angry conversation with God, fused with discontent about deaths of my grandfathers. I kinda yell at those dudes too a bit in this. One of them died somewhat suddenly and too soon, I guess that’s the case with most people but I barely got to spend time with the dude and he was gnarly as fuck with his farm and his rifle. The other one was essentially a political murder painted out as a suicide; good guy too, he was a Muslim missionary in the UK back in the 70’s believe it or not. Ask me about them in person if you get the chance, I love to go off about those two!

NOW LETS ALL BE KIND TO ONE ANOTHER AND MAKE SURE TO WATCH EVERY EPISODE OF 20SCENE TUBE NOW OK? OL’ PEANUT BUTTER OVER HERE BE WORKING HARD TO GET THOSE OUT FOR YOU FINE FINE FOLKS KNAWIMSAYIN?