MUTANTS 1A / to 41 ? By Henriette Valium Master of all media Henriette Valium continues to astound with his violently colored and obsessively detailed artworks, this time coming in the form of 41 pen & ink and watercolor Mutants. Presented in classic Le Dernier Cri fashion (archival quality full-color silkscreen prints assembled in publication form), these deformities range from the comedic to the horrific and would make for an ideal installation show wherein one could compare the human hordes in attendance with the bizarre representations they were viewing. That or trading cards, maybe. Pasta people, cancer and burn victim sex freaks, crawling retards, science projects, spongeheads, torso faces, disembodied parts, parasites, and other beings blurring the lines between macro- and microorganisms are just some of the Mutants on display here. (Though I almost can?t help thinking a piece of tinfoil should have been attached in the back to act as a mirror for a look at the final specimen.) Creepy, colorful, cool, and nearly all suitable for framing (so try and get ahold of two copies, so you can display pages front and back). * * * * * 7.5 euros from Le Dernier Cri - www.lederniercri.org 41 Rue Jobin, 13003 Marseille, France	NAMBANGA Vol. 1 ?Be shocked, be amazed, be amused. But above all, enjoy!? Although not quite a printed product, as a massive CD-ROM compilation of art and comix chock full of ?Quality, quirky, kutting edge graffik entertainment by over 60 artists from 23 countries,? Nambanga comes pretty close to fitting the bill. Just a few of the selections from the six issues of Nambanga collected here: Australian art team SCAR?s (Steve Carter & Antoinette Rydyr) ?Skin Deep,? Olivier Texier?s mutants, the nightmarish ?Asilo? by Argentina?s Mariano D?Angelo, vampire paintings by Poland?s Alexandra Czubek, work by infamous Spanish comix artist Miguel Angel Martin, Luke Walsh?s surreal Three Ghosts story ?The Asbestos Stiletto of Time,? M.S. Bastian?s expressionist rendering of Bukowski?s ?Screwballs,? Mark Hendriks? cannibalistic ?Mincemeat,? ?Suicide? by Carol Wood, work from Carrie McNinch?s Asswhine, a dream story from Yugoslavia?s Aleksander Zograf, dental woes by Dutch artist Marcel Ruijters, and many more (Chris Crielaard, Luella Jane Wright, Lian Ong, Stefano Zattera, and Bojan Redzic being just a few). And of course there?s a lot of other material here that?s equally curious even if it isn?t as arousing. Brief biographies of each artist are presented, although the duration time of the compiling process and the inevitable nomadic nature of the contributors prevent contact addresses from being available. Often stories are presented in both their native languages as well as English for a multi-lingual yet user-friendly reading experience. Some are viewable in automated ?Shockwave Enhanced? mode, but most are presented in a click-by-click panel-by-panel style. This makes it necessary to hit the ?Back? button time and time again after a story has been finished, which can be somewhat frustrating, and either mode prevents the works from being printable in their entirety on a single page. Another disappointing inconvenience I found was that while many of the pieces are adult in nature some, such as Morten Schmidt?s ?When a Little Devil Tempts,? are only available in part on the disc and require visiting the Website and registering an age statement along with purchase information if you wish to finish the story. Other tales require a subscription to ?Alexander Unginor?s Forbidden Galaxy? to be read completely. And then there are the constant pop-ups stating that to be viewed properly certain pages require the installation of a Japanese language pack . . . Lastly, perhaps it was the system I was using or the formatting of the CD, but a number of times while perusing Nambanga my system froze up and had to be rebooted. There?s still something to be said for the old-timey printed page. So as far as concept and content I?d rate Nambanga pretty highly. This is a truly admirable collection of artists spanning a number of countries and styles, and both fans and novice admirers of alternative artwork will find a lot to look at here. But as far as the execution goes it leaves a lot to be desired. It always seemed to me that comix were meant to be a cheap and easily accessible medium, and here unfortunately they are neither. A printed volume might not have the sound effects and animations, but overall it would represent a more impressive (and again, accessible) anthology. * * $26.99 from Forbidden Galaxy Ltd. - forbiddengalaxy.com - nambanga.com 1-31-1 Nakadai, Itabashi-Ku, Tokyo 174-0064, Japan
SICOTRONIC RECORDS ? By Miguel Angel Martin Another volume of typically perfect and perfectly warped stories by Spain?s most infamous comix artist, Miguel Angel Martin. As the title indicates, this collection is primarily music-themed: animal cruelty breeds noise music in ?Psychotronic Deep?; genetic experiments upon dangerous insects yield their own results in ?Bugtronix?; a paralyzed artist gives up the ghost for his work in ?Rollkommando?; mesmerizing video artists perform in ?Hypnorama?; and for variety raw hamburger-eatin? zombies make an appearance in ?VLF (Hardcore Ambient)? and conjoined twins show up in ?Dead Channel.? All are in full color, with many of the scenarios being carried out by Martin?s deceptively ?cute? characters for an added tone of surreality. As usual the text is in Spanish, which somewhat obscures the finer points of the tales for we monolinguals, but on the other hand also serves to make the curious stories all the more enigmatic. Check out the Subterfuge site for more info, and take a look at some more of Miguel?s extreme artwork at www.snuff2000.com. * * * Subterfuge Comix - www.subterfuge.com	THANK GOD IT?S UGLY! #7 This issue of the anthology known as TGIU coincides with the Lost Comics Tribe (www.lost-comics-tribe.com) exhibition in Maastricht, Holland (11/02-1/03), and accordingly features artists from the show. Ringleader Marcel Ruijters contributes the cover and a religious parable; Jakob Klemencic illustrates some journal entries of an asylum inmate, as well as a pair of dreams; Matthias Lehmann uses scratchboard to evoke a hostile island scene and the sci-fi sex episode ?Sumo Maso,? then switches to charcoal for ?A Day In the Life of a Sex Pro?; ?Line? is Mike Diana?s creepy-crawly tale of mutant parasites (with a little necrophilia thrown in for good measure, of course); Blair Wilson dots up a few pages of dreams and scenes; Chris Crielaard goes on a comix rampage with the ultraviolent ?Gun Fags?; another dream sequence is given by Wostok; Sverre H. Kristensen?s comix wickedness continues from beyond the grave in ?It?s a Dog?s Life? (?Fuck You! You can?t win!?) and ?There Was Never a Time When Evil Was Real?; Kapreles gives us some vibrant pages of surreal strangeness; and Le Dernier Cri?s Pakito Bolino scrawls out a few wild panels of his own. Also included are reviews of intriguing multinational publications, all in a fine perfect-bound tome with full color covers and inserts. I don?t think you?re gonna find this at Borders, so get it at the address below. * * * * * $10 or 10 euros from Monguzzi Foundation c/o Marcel Ruijters, P. Jacobsstraat 6, 6133 AM Sittard, Holland
WARSEX ? By Mike Diana Anyone familiar with both Mike Diana and Le Dernier Cri will know exactly what to look forward to with Warsex: a multicolored silkscreen collage of sexual warfare illustrated in Diana?s explosive underground comix style. Using the premise of a colossal war between the sexes, Diana takes cartoon ads for adult novelties and practical joke items from comic books and men?s magazines and uses them as springboards to surreal developments in the narration of the battle. Throughout it all deformed genitals and the creatures they belong to flourish as violently gooey psychosexual emissions, ensuring that there is never a dull moment. (?Giant robots & monsters began to join the fight for the women. It was evil as hell man!?) As the back cover says, it is ?And experience you?ll never forget?! * * * * 11 euros from Le Dernier Cri - www.lederniercri.org 41 Rue Jobin, 13003, Marseille, France	THE X FACTORY: Inside the American Hardcore Film Industry ? By Anthony Petkovich For a book all about porno flicks and filled with pictures of naked women, The X Factory has still got to be one of the most boring books I?ve ever read. Let me put that in context a little bit: I?m a guy; I watch porn. But I also watch, say, The Simpsons. In fact I watch The Simpsons considerably more than I watch porn. But I?m not really all that interested in the people who voice the characters, write the shows, or paint the cells. And I couldn?t care less about their backgrounds and previous jobs. I like the show for what it is, a piece of cartoon entertainment. And I feel pretty much the same way about skinflicks. I?m not too concerned with where the actresses went to high school or what dance circuits they?re working. I?m not even particularly interested in when they had their first sexual experience or who they?re fucking off-screen. Shit man, I just want to watch ?em fuck. Now admittedly that?s a lot of subjective reasoning, but come on: to paraphrase Zappa, writing about porn really is like dancing about architecture. We?re talking about a multi-billion dollar industry based upon an essentially disposable product mass produced primarily for solitary sexual gratification. Not a particularly deep or fascinating subject. Hell, the history of the condom would be more interesting. Despite its subtitle The X Factory isn?t anything approaching a history of hardcore film, or even an account of autobiographical experience within the Industry. Instead it?s a series of observations of and verbal sessions with select modern players to whom Petkovich was able to gain access. The chapters are primarily interviews with female starlets (no male stars (excepting the rare director/producer or two who has also appeared on-screen) or gay porn players/promoters here, buddy!) such as Nici Sterling, Christi Lake, Lisa Lennox (who has some particularly negative things to say about the Industry), Chasey Lain, Nicole Lace, Nyrobi Knights (who talks about racism in porn), Krysti Lynn, and a dozen or more others, all prefaced with vivid descriptions of some of their more arousing acts and anatomical features. The ladies talk about their first and/or favorite sexual experiences, most slutty scenes, and what they think of the Industry and their choice of careers, along with answering more boring and repetitive fanboy questions like, ?What sort of person were you in high school?? ?When did you start dancing?? ?What are your feelings about L.A.?? ?How do you keep in shape?? ?What nationality are you?? ?How long have you been in the business?? ?How long do you plan to stay in the Industry?? And it?s this sort of thing that gets pretty tiresome after just the first couple of girls. For some small variety interviews with maverick filmmakers John Leslie, Bruce Seven, Gregory Dark (?Well, basically the people involved in porno are, all in all, very untalented and relatively stupid.?), and Patrick Collins are included, along with cameraman Michael Cates. And then there are the glowing on-the-set reports from the stages of Sex Freaks and Buttslammers 6: Over the Edge. And the not-so-glowing coverage of the controversial World?s Biggest Gang Bang 2. It?s here, in the last chapter of the book, that Petkovich goes all out with the sideline commentary on this six-hour fuck-fest. At this happening, described by director John T. Bone as, ?an event somewhere between a baseball game and a rock ?n? roll concert,? feature slut Jasmin St. Claire planned to top the 251 cocks former record-holder Annabel Chong took on in 1995. Petkovich doesn?t think much of Jasmin, nor of the event?s emcees Ron Jeremy and Tyffany Million. (Actually he doesn?t seem to care much for anyone involved other than Annabel ? the wannabe studs, or ?beast folk? as Petkovich calls them, are often given disparaging nicknames and descriptions and there are numerous slurs and homophobic references throughout the chapter.) And although it appears that his dislike is generally justifiable, the persistant foul-mouthed denigration of the performers takes his coverage far below any objective level of reporting. (Although it can be pretty entertaining.) The event?s truly questionable claims and logistics as well as Jasmin?s problematic and at times downright combative attitude are remarked upon often, as are the numerous difficulties and discourtesies observed throughout the day. And at the end what comes through most clearly is what an unsexy drag the entire event has come to be, more a pathetic and mildly amusing spectacle than an exciting and sexually stimulating orgiastic event. Which may or may not say as much or more about the Industry than anything else in The X Factory. To be fair, it?s obvious that Petkovich relishes his job, and really, really, REALLY loves his genre of choice. His prose practically quivers with excitement on every page, as the pieces ooze with gleefully filthy descriptions and graphically frank relations of in-depth triple-x activity. The text is packed with references like ?poo-poo production plant,? ?clam pit,? ?the fishiness of torrential cunt,? ?gorgeously pigmented poo-poo parlour,? ?fish cave,? ?delectable Euro-uterus,? ?crap-soaked salami,? and even ?Hamburger Helper? at one point. All of which are sure to delight the book?s apparent target demographic: teenage Hustler readers and the kind of guys who would travel considerable distances to pay to have their picture taken with some silicon-swollen starlet. Oddly, for all of his up-close-and-personal interactions with the actresses, his nearly fanatical praise and defense of his favorites, and his bang-his-head-on-the-floor-howl-at-the-moon horn dog coverage, there?s no mention of Petkovich actually getting a real piece of the Industry he cherishes so much (one close call with Nina Cherry is about it). Which seems to be the only real attraction to the performers in the first place. One thing that struck me throughout the book was how bland and deferential most of Petkovich?s coverage is. The filmmakers and performers, and indeed the entire x-rated industry itself, are generally treated with the utmost respect. Which is fine, but in this case it appears to be a respect born from fawning adoration and an almost desperate desire to legitimize pornography. Despite the number of sexually descriptive passages, The X Factory comes very close to reading much like any other authorized mainstream book on any other particular cinematic genre. Sure there are a lot of frank conversations about fucking, but as you can see all of that in the actual films there isn?t much of a revelation to be had in talking about it. What is missing here is the inside dirt on the drugs, violence, suicide, and more questionable underground practices taking place within Industry circles. From the claims and short films of Linda Lovelace and the drug problems and disease of John Holmes, on up to the deaths of actresses like Savannah and the extreme film clips filling the Internet and various video compilations, we already know there?s a lot of shit going on that?s even sleazier than the latest world?s greatest gang-bang attempt. Perhaps all of the dirty words and naked women are meant to distract the reader from the fact that there?s actually very little content to The X Factory; as it is, much of the book is about as exciting as an interview with Julia Roberts or Susan Sarandon. Curiously, the book also includes a number of Maxon Crumb?s drawings. They?re fine drawings all right, but aside from displaying lots of tits & cunt don?t really seem to be related to any of the chapters, instead appearing to be included simply by merit of opportunity. Oh yeah, The X Factory has a fat index section, too. And this is the second edition. This is the type of subject that, like music and performance art videos, really begs to be covered properly in its native format. Face-to-face interview clips with porn starlets and choice scenes from their filmographies, mixed in with words from directors, fans, and detractors, brief histories of porn and its numerous periods and sub-genres, its upsides and downsides, and some of its hot spots (theatres, adult bookstores, studios, brothels, strip clubs, sets, etc.), extremes, and scandals; now there?s a feature. Hell, there?s a whole series of features. But page after page of softcore promotional and on-the-set stills coupled with redundant and overly enthusiastic coverage of actresses, their scenes, and their handlers is pretty exhausting. Especially when the collection runs over 200 pages in length. So, as a piece of modern adult film reference, titillation for anyone fitting into one of the target groups named above, or for anyone simply hungry for countless raunchy synonyms for choice aspects of the female anatomy, The X Factory will probably keep you busy. Me, I?d rather watch The Simpsons. * $19.95 (+ postage and age statement?) from Headpress/Critical Vision - www.headpress.com 40 Rossall Ave., Radcliffe, Manchester, M26 1JD, United Kingdom

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MIND MATTERS REVIEW #47 - ?An Interdisciplinary Journal on the Arts, Science, and Philosophy,? produced by editor Carrie Drake for or in conjunction with something called the ?International Coalition for Intellectual Cooperation? (Drake herself?). Apparently founded upon the tenets of anti-government, anti-religion, anti-psychiatry, and anti-academia (along with vague anti-occult and anti-sex sentiments as well), this publication seems dedicated to a new age of enlightenment. However the strong emphasis on symbolism, duality, the ?map? (of life, the universe, reality, etc.), the nature of consciousness, and the like puts MMR in a camp much more new age than enlightened. Make numerous statements beginning with, ?The fact is . . .? that only lead into expressions of personal belief (?The fact is that we need an understanding of symbolism which helps us to understand where we fit in the universe as individuals.?), throw in a lot of references to the aforementioned points as well as to Freemasons, lighthouses, secret society conspiracies, ?institutionalized bipolar disorder,? and the like, and you can guess what you?ll end up with. There?s a very confused demi-logic at work here, jumping back and forth and back again from subject to subject while incorporating as many abstract references as possible. The metaphysical muddle of Spirographic logic isn?t aided much by a lack of proofreading that allows redundancies, errors in spelling and grammar, and awkward sentence structure that further confuses the obscure theories and subjects being presented. In fact, some portions of this are so muddled and clumsy that the writing practically refutes its own point at times. Numerous quotations and references plucked from the Internet enhance the concept of the author?s virtual take on reality, as MMR truly appears to be a bizarre attempt to match a magical universe to a disordered thought process. Either that, or the product of someone with way, way too much free time on their hands. Quite the struggle, this. The more of it that?s read the more frighteningly disorganized it becomes, especially with the author?s closing declaration of intent to establish a ?reality based? institution of symbolism, the ?School of Light.? Of course I could be wrong, and this is all so far above me that I?m just not keen enough to ?get it,? but I?ll take my chances. ?If we cannot separate the map from what the map represents, we will truly be a population of people forever lost in the illusory sense of time and space between our two ears.? Whoops! Too late! * $10.00/year from Mind Matters Review - 1819 Polk St. #234, San Francisco, CA, 94109	P.5!?S PUSSY MAGAZINE #10 ? It?s hard to tell exactly what angle the vaguely androgynous Pussy Magazine is coming from; professionally printed with a decently fat page count, this is mostly commentary and collage that mixes personal and current events with tidbits from fashion magazines and self-help literature. Capsule movie reviews, the sissy-centric ?Damselette? pages, the Pussy Novelette ?Little Jimmy Was a Whore,? ?Publish and Promote Your Very Own Cool Magazine? by Breuk Iversen, transvestite/drag queen comics, local ads, an annoying customer quiz, and the like. Some nudity, some feminism, some seemingly random tidbits, etc. I?m not sure if the fashion photos overlaid with various cut-ups are geared toward or against the fashion industry, as if against it seems odd to devote so much space to them. Either way the total package may not seem solid enough to merit the four-dollar cover price, but I?ve no doubt that P.5! has his/her fans. * $4.00 (+ age statement?) from Pelin Morawski - 287 Bedford Ave. #12, Brooklyn, NY, 11211	RATED ROOKIE #3 - Still proud as hell of their publication (?Rated Rookie rises above the cut-and-paste, crudely written dreck polluting the newsstands?), the Rated Rookie staff has now pumped their mag up to a glossy-covered standard size. They?ve even attempted to boost their interest quotient with a hefty dose of blowjob-related material: aside from the editorial claim that issue three was funded with 136 oral favors, there?s Sara Stewart?s ?Blowjob Vignettes: Brief Thoughts on the Oral Tradition? and the related ?9 Thoughts That Suck? (?It?s been more than 20 years since I received my first blowjob. I was seven; he was nine.?). In other areas, the ?Mental Detritus? department brings us brief looks at things like electric toothbrush masturbation and a ?Special Kids? Sex Guide,? the interview ?Tears of a Clown: The Strange, Sad Art of ?Salty? Dave Bryson? thoughtfully includes his ?Tammy Tapeworm? comix strip, there?s a Jackass-flavored gag wherein editor Josh carries a jug of his own urine around NYC for a day, ?Q&A With a Piss-Porn Producer,? and a closing review section of ill-advised misadventures had while trying to get high on household products (peanuts, Ajax, poppy seeds, Pixie Stix, etc.). This is all mildly appealing, even if it is a little far to the whimsical softcore side of lower life street. There are still a few lags here however, with coverage of a high school?s ?Karaoke Biology Program,? an example of OCD over a doorknob, and bits about a gas station bum and a bad CD. Still doesn?t seem like an effort nearly 20 people contributed to, but hey, the price is fairly right, and it does beat the dogshit outta the last one. * * $2.50 (+ postage?) from Rated Rookie - www.rated-rookie.com - 28-07 38th St., Suite 4L, Astoria, NY, 11103	SATSUMA! #2 ? An art/lit-zine that reminds me a bit of Rated Rookie in format, albeit of a somewhat lighter more reader-friendly style. This 36-page digest (wrapped in a bright orange cover, natch) begins with a too-brief ?Photo Essay? on the madness of Mardi Gras by editrix Sara Schaefer (who also writes later about meeting Donnie Darko director Richard Kelly); Drew Johnson gives four quick examples of being ?Surprised by Meat?; Alana Harrison breaks down the meaning of signs as to how the average foreigner, paranoid schizophrenic, and drunkard might interpret them; Chris Genua provides the light-hearted daytime fantasy ?Mine, All Mine?; and there are other brief bits, cartoons, and suggestions. Along with a few poems. (Ahem.) The contributors are all lively and talented, and in good spirit for the most part (although Will Funk?s ?Rantings From an American in Hungary? are short & grumpy and don?t provide any flavor of foreign living at all). A little gentle for my spicy palate, but can?t fault them too much for that. * * $2.00 (?) from Sara Schaefer - www.yobobara.com - 502 Prospect Ave., Brooklyn, NY, 11215
THE TEN PAGE NEWS #30 ? This would appear to be Indy Unleashed publisher Owen Thomas? other longer-running zine. Although there are two pages of ?Zineage? reviews the rest of this is more personal than the independent publishing scene coverage of IU. It opens with the strange ?An Open Mash Note to Shauna in the Form of a Dialogue With Our Imaginary Five Year Old Daughter,? letters and drawings received by Owen, ?Kim, Kim, Kimbery, & Kim: Four from The Ones Who Got Away,? and some other stuff, too. More like a piece of personal trade correspondence than a resource, this seems geared more toward, and will appeal more to, those who?ve already been in contact with Owen for some time. * $1.00 and/or 3 stamps and/or trade from Owen Thomas - members.aol.com/vlorbik - P.O. Box 9651, Columbus, OH, 43209	TRASHFILM ROADSHOWS: Off the Beaten Track with Subversive Movies ? By Johannes Schonherr ? ?Cinema should be a place for excitement and adventure, for surprises, shocks, and troubling insights into the amazing world of the human mindset. If the screen action happens to spill out into the auditorium ? well, that?s all the better.? So says author, world traveler, and avid film fan Johannes Schonherr in this wide-ranging account of his search for and screening of strange flicks. Although not a filmmaker himself Schonherr is a dedicated and active organizer of film events of all sizes, and Trashfilm Roadshows brings us a number of his experiences with the love of weird cinema. His programs go from protested screenings in Germany, through Russia, across the United States, and on into some of the most strictly regulated depths of North Korea, showing a variety of questionable fare such as episodes from the Cinema of Transgression, a double feature of Hated and Animal Lover, various ?educational? scare films and other kooky ?documentaries,? movies by Jim Van Bebber, the Kuchars, and the like. All are met with considerably mixed reactions, and in fact the surprising nature of the audience response often sounds at least as interesting as the films themselves. Through it all, whether he?s enduring catshit-hurling feminists at the ?Communication Centre?-slash-squat in Nuremburg during Nick Zedd?s films, or trying to maintain a viable screening space for underground movies in unhealthy parts of Seattle or New York City, Schonherr always remains the calm projectionist?s eye at the center of the cinematic hurricane in whatever countercultural arena he happens to find himself. But despite a few rough & shady characters, the strange places, the random quality of the theater-goers? reactions, and the occasional close call (forging documents to enter Russia for a ?Taboo Films? show ? that takes the love of underground film to almost secret agent heights!), the effort sounds like almost as much headache and hassle as adventure and entertainment. Though Schonherr has a good eye for detail, especially regarding colorful lowlife, and his observant nature comes through well in the adept description of his experiences, some sections of Trashfilm Roadshows really bog down. Particularly the long journey across the U.S. in a shitty car, constantly scrambling after projection equipment and spare parts, and the final fifty-page opus on his abysmally restricted venture into North Korea. Traveling around showing other people?s movies may be an interesting occupation, but reading about it can be somewhat less so. Still, Trashfilm Roadshows is an eye-opening account of the immense effort to which some people will go simply for the love of their medium of choice, and is highly recommended for those considering or currently involved with underground/independent film venues. Though many might prefer simply to attend the events instead. * * $19.95 (+ postage?) from Critical Vision / Headpress - www.headpress.com - 40 Rossall Ave., Radcliffe, Manchester, M26 1JD, United Kingdom	WELCOME TO BOOVILLE #6 ? Still celebrating the ?cognitive dissonance? of ?innocent or normal looking women wearing witch or devil costumes usually associated with ?evil,?? this sixth collection of bewitching femmes is aptly themed ?Boogirls in Cyberspace.? Featuring sixteen pages of witchy art and costumes gleaned from the Internet, the images this time around range from sexy goths and Satanic cuties to clip art, toys, and, of course, Halloween costumes. There are even some pin-up style shots, along with a single nude witch. With this issue Booville expands to standard size, enlarging the images accordingly, but as is always the risk the photocopies of downloaded imagery don?t always reproduce as clearly as desirable. This makes issue six a bit sparse and uneven for three bucks, but send an inquiry to the Panic Research Agency anyway and see about maybe getting one of these in some kind of package deal with a back issue of Mole. * * $3.00 from Panic Research Agency - www.panicresearch.com/booville - P.O. Box 2482, Merrifield, VA, 22116

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