Nothing To Dream

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There's nothing to dream

nowhere to go

she just stares

naked

wanting nothing

but

ghosts

of

her ice bound soul

- visitors-

someone from nowhere

who

knew her
in
silent debris

ice-bound

hidden

in old days of weakness

when

children of catholic eyes

danced so close

to

rituals

catching bulletts

that just might take them away
to
The Ledge of Broken Suns

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Departure For Anihilation Road

In The Innocent Resuurection of Autumn Ashes
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

very claustrophobic

can't go outside

because
of
those things

that crawled in / out
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nightmares

- reptilian women-

weakened by the storm

-wanting-

blood

dripping from my soul

to

keep them alive

until

the dead one Can come

for

Departure

Beat Up / Goin Down / Gone Away

Venom Coal's Soul Buried Under Smoke and Ashes
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

- Stripped Down By The One Tear -

didn't know

she would go away

drift

to the center / die alone

in

the five days
where

strange things kill one

for no other

then

what the madness was
that day

- Isolationist - Dark Road Rebel -

- Isolationist - Dark Road Rebel -
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

very humbled / honored that someone walking the language of the lost ones found a bit of my soul bleeding on rusted railway tracks in a rainy night. He didn't attempt to rescue the deteriorating soul that I was in those nights. He just read and listened until he found my face in his eyes. He painted / drew this portrait of who he thought I might be as
a Dread Runner. He came pretty damned close to knowing who I would be today even though it was two years ago. A voyeur visionary !

Beyond The Rains of Crimson Twilight

Beyond The Rains of Crimson Twilight
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

Johnnie Wasteland says:

Thought the book I couldn't write
might be
better off told in another context.

Wanted to document words that couldn't be said or found
into
roads I understood.

Set up the Yamaha Keyboards

Hooked in a mini bootleg recorder for vocals

held the skeletal frame

the book / the novel against my eyes
as
the recording sessions took steps
into
nowhere / everywhere
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didn't capture any of the written novel in that project

walked streets adjacent to it

360 minutes

other people's fate in the dying cities of earth

it seems that

nothing is a part of everything

everything

drifts away like nothing is everything

Beyond Synyatu's Hirohima's Eyes

Beyond Synyatu's Hirohima's Eyes
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

-can never get away from The Bridge of Broken Suns-

ghosts seem to walk out of its wastlands

they bring pictures to my mind

tempting me to go back
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sometimes I do cross the border with them

bring back things / pieces for the novel

- yet - ?

- quiet oddly -

I've taken those pieces into other lands

translating them into
audio

peculiar journals drifting across desolate sands

words / photos / music howling desperation
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Living On The Ledge of Broken Suns

Living On The Ledge of Broken Suns
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

About two years ago began working on a post nuclear war novel titled
"Bridge of Broken Suns'

character profiles and a rough 1st draft exists

-something happened - ?

lost the passion that had initially brought me into this world

the fever went away

seem to be wandering lost on the borders of this project

waiting for the madness of words

to

come back into my thoughts

Excerpt from - 'Hate Songs of Crale Morphine'

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Life Is A Weaving of Kiss's and Tears

Tranquility had obviously become an estranged element

He had gotten away


what was a human voice

what might / must have been written neyond yesterday

he awkwardly missed deviation

he didn't want sin

he just missed communication
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Here I am
pushing disturbing
already scar'd
on destructions of limited faith

rain's falling

can't see beyond the windshield


there's no sun

no moon

just the mental violence

-can't see-

but

only hear

them

crawling all about me

Two Ton 18 wheeler Trucks

raping

neurotic lost hopes / highways

afraid

don't know

how to get home any more

no more?
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Excerpt from - E Aubrey Andrews Zine - 'ACRONYMYSIA'

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Life's Not Enough To Get Me Out of Bad Hotels of Being
Mentally Insane
Living Out of My Mind

-nothing matters-

Don't Explain Hope Or Care

nothing matters

N O T H I N G M A T T E R S


Just a burned out thing wanting nothing more

wanting nothing more then

being free


Don't Speak

Don't give me reasons to go on

I'm hard up

going out to dig more holes of death in my head

- you wabt to help - ?

don't stare at my black emphany

don't pity me like I was som socially inadept whore

don't give me no pay

no handouts or social welfare reforms

-just let me escape-

get away from this crazy life

-run from-

submissive screams inside my head

just leave me alone

to be

down and out over and over again

I want to be left alone

to be

The Crazy Lost Fool

that

I've Become To Be
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ACCRONYMYSTA / Hate Songs of Crale Morphine

front covers to E Aubrey Andrews Zines 'ACRONYMYSIA' and 'Hate Songs of Crale Morphine
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

-ACRONYMYSTA -

- Desolutions of Dead Dogs Floating In Ireland River -

this zine kind of came together during a weekend wandering
streets of New York City
starving
d e a d b r o k e

bus tickets / wallett / back pack got stolen
minutes after getting off the bus
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' HATE SONGS OF CRALE MORPHINE '

got to hanging out with this young kid dying of Muscular Dystrify

he lived life to it's most positive extreme redemption

he never regretted pain / weakness

i had inherited his hurt
as
I watched his life fading away
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Excerpt from E Aubrey Andrews Zine - ISOLATION 91

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To some it was the end of everything he knew
He was starved
crawling
Abandoned to the roads where everyone leaves a life

They gave him a gas mask
some supplies
Some advice that might take him to Frisco

If He Got Lucky
Morose might scramble out of yesterday's drugs
long enough to take a poem
to
tomorrow
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he had done what they wanted him to do

he hadn't cut his wrists in days


If he hadn't have cut himself fatally there
Nobody would care

He could have slipped away out of their sight
He could have been
O N E
of
The Old Dead Men
in
One Dose of Neutral Girl
walking in
D E A D M A N' S L A N D

- e. aubrey andrews -

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Isolation 1 - Raindog Memoire

front cover from E Aubrey Andrews Zine 'Isolation 91'
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

been digging out some of the 'Whisper Word processor Zines tonight

incredibly fragmented views of distortion / dream / fatigue

walks in strange streets of a broken mind without a home

street diaries written on scraps of paper

compiled in 24 pages

of something

neither magazine or book

just

Introversion Written In Sixteen Extroversions

another E Aubrey Andrews zine - ' Morocco Bridge'

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Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

some time in two thousand and five or four had the opportunity to
work with The Discordiant Liberation Front' under the direction of
musician / author Steven Gregory
on a cd recording
titled
' ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE '

some of the vocal readings / presentations for that Cd
were interpreted from this zine

- transient souls -

that kind of bleeding descecration
of
lost one's ways

Burning Tears To Ashes Zine

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Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

editorial excerpt to 'Burning Tears To Ashes'

Pretty damned intrigue-ing that a soul would want to execute
it's temptuous sensitivity to nothing more then brittle after-effects
of
flame and desire

-yet-

that's what I've done
-----

tonight

I'm alone within the diary of everything I've ever seen
in
abnormal cold winters of nuclear hell's
lost lives

- grieving -

Burning Tears Into Ashes

ashes to tears
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Dark Dancer Visions - Zine

Savaged-zine by E. Aubrey Andrews and Dark Dancer Visions
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

prior to investing in Monolith Zombie (The Mac Computer) spent a couple of years writing / composing zerox zines on a Whisper Word
Processor. Hard to believe that some fifty issues consisting of forty pages each were published in a two year period. Most of the issues
were distributed throughout local music / comic book stores; but, some managed to travel as far as film conventions in New Jersey....
concert sites in Woodbury Conneticut....some just got mailed out to
other independant zine publishers in trade for their work. The cover artwork was always the most fun. Lots of cut and paste of whatever
images happened to cross my eyes and curiousity at that moment.

My brain never seemed to see or translate anything in normal social ways. Loved fragmentation of thought / feeling / experience. Just write
whatever thing depravedly obcessed my thoughts at that given moment. If it ended in mid-stream - that's where it ended - unfinished.

-Subconscious Streams of Thought-

still contemplating photographing the cemetary art exhibition

decided to include photographing covers of all fifty odd zines

incorporated in that project

Tai Chi Princess - New York City

In A Glimpse of Ghostly Love
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

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incredible to believe that I had to be lost in this
monolith grave yard / crossing borders of five
boroughs / drawn to a destination isolated on
the edge of Manhattan's China Town to find
little but an abandoned court yard where elderly
chinese folk mediated .... spoke to distant
gods in silent ritualistic prayers of body movement.
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Within Synopsis - Cy Xvet

Deceptions of Transient Seduction
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

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Xvet's just an ordinary man ignored by society

he wakes up

every morning on the living room couch

the tv's been running all night

beer bottles

liter everywhere around where he sleeps

he's managed to drink away his past
for
another night

he's lived through black storms of blood
survived his dreams

- but -

he wakes up to clouds of dangerous past
that
lives through live whispers
of
blood
that runs deeper
then
memory could ever forget

- He's been called back into the war -

he questions

returns to the graves of all
who had been slain
by
his hand / by the rite
of
Shadow Trackers

Xvet knew both sides

he lived and died every night
back then

he didn't want to go back

but

the calling was there

the hunt wanted

an age old hunter to come back
into the fray

Xvet knew who that hunter was

he knew

the only one that could bring him back
was
Samantha Stokes

the blood and skin of Jonathon Stokes

the rebellious daughter

an

age old friend

maybe too crippled to continue the fight
for
Earth's Redemption
against
those who hid in the shadows
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A Child's Blood In November

Shattered Memories
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

The Darkness Comes

So

What Have You Forgotten

About

The Way You Changed Me

Shadows and Books
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- Shar'lou-

Don't Dance To Close
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It Could'a Been
That way

Burning Pages of Remorse

Don't Shoot

It's Defective If U Live Here

Time's Banged Away
on
In-Soul-ar Lines

A Child's Blood In November

A Fire In Her Nose
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I Cry Your Name At Dawn

The River Never Waits at Axe Street

Dread Drowned In Blind 8

This Mind Escapes Shattered Dreams

Walking With A Broken Heart
in
Night Thing's Hole
+
Blue 7's Piece of Naked Eyes
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When Am I Free

Dark Worlds Roam Alone on Tuesdays

when

My Mind Is Without Sleep

Against These Laws of Mankind


I Must Escape

Become Unseen In Evaporating Consciousness

Like Drifts of Snow

Mysts Over Emotion

Animal Slave

How High Until I Get Out

Farther Then Bondage

Anna's Social Body

The Desperate Need For Being F'd Up

Ghost Rider's Smoke Beat

Fall Street Misaery


Excerpt from Juaqiem Joberta's

"Sharing A Shot of Smoke"

11/23/o3

Every Time I Cross Your Body On Trespass Street

Already On The Other Side
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

Brolen Existence of Flesh

Something More Intimate Then Desperate

Tonight Is Not A Want That Provokes

Midnight Wounded

Just One More Animal

A Bit of Caustic Relief

Still More Then The Same Day

Malformed Posibilities

Who Am I When There's Anyone

The Lonely Mailman

It's My Child

Embalmed In War

Body Memories

Laws of DisAster

Dreaming Without Dreams

And Ira Will Call

A Desperate Piece of Peace Remains

A Singer In The Room

Somebody Stops When I've Given Up


Every Time I Cross Your Body On Trespass Street

Beneath Reptilian Cross

Beneath Reptilian Cross
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

Someday the morning sunshine just won't walk up to your door

What's The Matter

You getting afraid

Dis-credited / So Dtr5stranged

Abandoned

Is Your Skin Crawling / Cracking Like A Drug Man
on
The Dark Side of Human Rights

Nothing Is Correct

Deserts
are
B l a c k
in
Stolen Boots and Olive Times

Morality Is A Fleeting Illusion

Don't U Feel The Pain of Annihilation

Don't Believe Sally

She's Crazy
she's
Gone Far Beyond Where You Are
in
Dis-Sacrament
Firewood
Flame

XZhge's Sold Out and Utterly Destroyed

To God

The Ash's of Last Week Just Don't Mean Nothing

lose Out -m go'to go

Take Mourning Speed
to
Get To
Missing Mission Blood

It's A Desperate Fate For Tears
that
my feet Lead Me To


you travel with your dusty eyes

You've got to get to
into
stability
before
I
get there

if
we dare to survive
within
This Well of Troubles
I
Might Just Travel With You Again
in
This unpredictable
craving


Excerpt from - E. Aubrey Andrews

'Don't Need No Country
to
Take The Gun Back'
to
Nhome Chabi'n' Jahskey

o7/o3/o3

Bridge of Broken Suns

Thirst To The Body
Originally uploaded by Johnnie Wasteland.

Resistance

Rebel Children

Blind Eyes In Babylon

Desperately Breathing Zion

An Enemy Without You

Third World Bullett

Algerian Rain

Road Block Confusion

Justified Insane

Dark Prayers of Desire

Estranged To Night Escaping
in
Tuledo

Angel'S Cemetary

Too Dangerous To Have A Heart

It's A Grave Mistake

Lies Dripping From Tuesday Wounds

Caressing Depraved Echos

Assembled Naked

Tangled and Paralized

Johnny Nomad

Fire To Bone

Rebel's Night Kill

Ghosts of Destruction

Peeling Back The Skin
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Candles Bleed Like They Were
Sufficating in Rain
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It's Sometimes 7:19 In Spain

Nothing Remains The Same

Why Would U Want Meaning Out Of Me

It's Not Like You Moved

Atomic Resonance

No Other

DisConnecting Morales

Transiting Body Temperatures
on
Cocaine

Terror Is Thin

You Don't Get Many of Them Here

Just One Alive

No Basement To This Heart

Satin Leaves

Depth's Hiroshima Tower

Caught In The Undertow

Section 8's One Line Release Girl

Excavations of Sorrow

Temptress Cell Block 72

Crying For Escape in Denver

Resistance In Masque's Old Losing of Flesh

Excerpt from Sir Michael Fairchild's

' Mutilated Movements Part 1 '

S P A R R O W