By: Charles Leech

“Bela Lugosi’s Dead”

By: Charles Leech

“Perfect Kiss”

By: Charles Leech

“Let Me Go”

By: Charles Leech

“One of Our Submarines”

By: Charles Leech

“Planet Claire”

By: Charles Leech

“Please Please Please, Let Me Get What I Want”

By: Charles Leech

It’s an exercise in inter­textuality…

By: Mike Watt

I saw the dils many times starting in 1977, driving up to hollywood from my pedro town to see gigs w/d boon and georgie.

By: Lynn Peril

“Love’s another sterile gift, another shit condition.”

By: Chelsey Johnson

In seventh grade, I flung myself into the social machine.

By: Vanessa Berry

If a sugar bag could be a punk accessory, anything could be.

By: David Smay

“She’s shaping my body like a lump of mud!”

By: Marc Weidenbaum

Resolute and dissolute, unrepentant and penitent, erotic and hermetic.

By: Tor Aarestad

“Please send me evenings and weekends.”

By: Deborah Wassertzug

Jerking between extreme closeup and wide-angle shots.