We've assembled a team consisting of the most notorious writers in indie lit to bring you a physical magazine filled with visceral fiction squeezed between cleavage and classic Americana.

Because while Substack is a great platform, nothing compares to the feel of something real you can hold in your hands. That's what underground counter-culture literature is supposed to be all about. Ushering in the return of authenticity.

But being real aint cheap and it's far from profitable. So if we're gonna continue to be the mavericks that avoid selling out, we need to find funding that isn't exactly...kosher.

Let this be the litmus test. If we're meant to publish a no-holds-barred print magazine, then the community will tell us by getting it off the ground. If not, we'll know we should commit seppuku for bringing great shame upon our ancestors.