Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Malum: Flying off the shelf.

The great people at Deathwish have been so gracious as to allow us some space to sling or propaganda on their e-store. last night they had 15 copies of Malum and they were gone in a matter of minutes. Supply and demand you know. So there is a little bit of a log jam. We will be supplying Deathwish with more copies by some time next week. We are not 100% certain how many will be available through them but keep looking back.

There will also be copies available at a few independent stores in New York City, Philadelphia, and San Francisco. Logistics are still being worked out.

This first publication is a very limited run (250) so it will be gone really quickly. It is getting sold faster than it is being printed at the moment. Bur within a week or so there will be 250 copies spread around.

check the deathwish e-store at the link below.


Malum Vol. 1

Palm has finshed our first publication. Malum is a colection of short stories focusing on being injured, broken, sick or shattered.

The Collector and the Merging of Consciousness by Cody Sullivan deals with the idea of a reverse out of body experience.

My Enjoyment by Brewster is a personal account detailing the fragility of our youthful bodies and how young ignorance can often shadow our ability to tell the good ideas from the bad.

Witchunt by Ross Farrar focuses on the phenominon of sleep paralysis and the terror involved.

Adamantium Isn't Real by Zed Cutsinger is the story of young man's exploits in love and risking life and limb.

Malum comes as a side stapled 8.5" X 11" book. 22 pages. The Chapter breaks between each author have dual over-laying, clear plastic transparencies which feature x-rays, and various medical diagrams.

The book comes in a hand stamped white envelope and is numbered out of 250.

Hand Job.

The indelible human mark. Plastered in red clay onto cave walls. Keep it going. Form a linear chain of creation and find Palm: Mixed Media smashed somewhere between ten billion other creative projects in our ugly modern world. A used condom. A billboard covered with fifty years of worthless shit. A website where you can buy used socks for masturbatory purposes. And then here we are. A vague echo of man's instinctual creative nature.

Today you can walk down any block in the white business neighborhood of any major city and find a place that offers "Palm Readings". Fifty years ago those places were the same as massage parlors. You are not getting a traditional massage and you can't tell the future by looking at your hands. We are offering palm readings. Take that as a witty punn or take it to mean that we intend to jerk you off. Just check back here for updates.