In LCRW 39 your neighbor’s secrets are exposed. Yours too, sorry. Whereas in this here LCRW 38, it is the pure fictive product poured upon the page, dried in

With the thirtieth issue, LCRW—the only zine named after Winston Churchill's mother—changes everything. We turn blue into tree. We make electricity solid. W

The contents of this zine were produced under pressure but contain a short break and distraction from the everyday.

Three million years from now a thought form called oufaobf will randomly coalesce into LCRW 35 at the same time as 1.2 million monkeys type it out. Which means

This is the issue in which we promised your neighbor’s secrets would be exposed. Your secrets too. So sorry to be the bearer of bad news: the secrets, they ha