Stitch in Time

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'''Stitch in Time''' is a [[zine]] by Dahlia from Syracuse, New York.
'''Stitch in Time''' is a [[zine]] by Dahlia from Syracuse, New York.
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Issue #2: This cut and paste [[zine]] reads like a confessional from a '50's beat poet - all prose poetry. Example: "I found America on the bus, of all places. In unlikely heroes, in passing phrases. The land hurtling by and the loudspeaker crackling, the drivers speech never varying, teling (sic) us not to drink, then people busting out their bottles as soon as we hit the highway. A day or so, and my heart wasn't my own anymore. I knew I'd never be alone again. I found me some angels." If you like that style of writing, you'll recognized the gifts of this writer.
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Issue #2: This [[Cut and Paste|cut and paste]] [[zine]] reads like a confessional from a '50's beat poet - all prose poetry. Example: "I found America on the bus, of all places. In unlikely heroes, in passing phrases. The land hurtling by and the loudspeaker crackling, the drivers speech never varying, teling (sic) us not to drink, then people busting out their bottles as soon as we hit the highway. A day or so, and my heart wasn't my own anymore. I knew I'd never be alone again. I found me some angels." If you like that style of writing, you'll recognized the gifts of this writer.
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Stitch in Time is a zine by Dahlia from Syracuse, New York.

Issue #2: This cut and paste zine reads like a confessional from a '50's beat poet - all prose poetry. Example: "I found America on the bus, of all places. In unlikely heroes, in passing phrases. The land hurtling by and the loudspeaker crackling, the drivers speech never varying, teling (sic) us not to drink, then people busting out their bottles as soon as we hit the highway. A day or so, and my heart wasn't my own anymore. I knew I'd never be alone again. I found me some angels." If you like that style of writing, you'll recognized the gifts of this writer.

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