Shem Shelley
An artist and writer submerged in the subterranean energies that bloom in darkness, Shem Shelley died many years ago—torn apart by some malignant gust of wind in blinding daylight.
Although long gone from this globe, Shem Shelley’s twomb words can still reach us from whatever strange plane of non-existence they find themselves in.
Read Shem’s words in the monthly zine FROM UTOPIA and ingest an immoral dose of black & white & weird, if you dare…
A PSYCHIC AMBUSH
FROM A MIND TUMBLING OUT OF REALITY
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Explore the madness in my area
ONLY THE SHACKLED CAN CREATE THE KEY
MONTHLY MADNESS
BLACK&WHITE&WEIRD
BRAIN BLACK HOLE
ANTI-CULTURAL-MONTHLY-MADNESS
MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN CULTURE
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[said to flush, but it grew]
[its constituents are alive]
[a noble should not experience this]
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[grand Odyssean logs of our continental dream]
[to life its hard quartz brightness]
[my heart revolted from his hypocritical jargon]
[cooks up black as tar]
[eliminate the rationality in its mechanism]
[religious conceptions become embedded]
[or even as a companion, nevertheless was utterly alone]
[Oh how money makes me hum]
[the mind factory—its give and take]
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