ID: Alvin Karpis at Life Sucks Die Funny Magazine world headquarters

TITLE: Six products of Life Sucks Die publishing that you've probably never seen.

Before we got our shit somewhat together, there was just us, an untamed desire to make a magazine and a staff member employed at Kinko's. Every once and awhile, I still get the urge to spend a couple all-nighters under the florescent tubes with a glue stick and give birth to another staple-and-fold nightmare.

Bottom row from left- the first issue- Made in a week at Kinko's after about a year of idle talk. Best guess is about 200-400 copies made, free of charge. Second issue- about a year later (not much has changed with our publishing schedule), it was bigger with over 50 pages, it had the tag line, 'Less penetration, more copyright infringement'' probably about 400-600 copies made.

Top Row from left- world's smallest graff mag, AKA mini issue three. This came with DJ Andrew's second mix tape entitled 'Born To Lose.' mini issue one- We made this to promote the magazine at the first Paint Louis a little while after the second issue came out. It's only eight pages long. Mini issue two'quite possibly the most rare LSD issue printed, (there was only 11 finished copies because of shaky Kinko's hook ups at the time). It's 16 pages. Nude Celebrity Graffiti Zine- Dr. Rosenpenis, AKA Turd Ferguson, and I where sitting around looking at naked celebrities on the Internet one day and came up with this stroke of genius. It took about three days to make and included some of our very own celebrity nude creations, I mean, finds.

TITLE: Here's the mother computer here at LSD central.

If you follow the dotted line around my desk, you will see an immensely cluttered desktop, an over abundance of Post-It Notes, and two monitors. You may also notice that it is a Mac keyboard and mouse because it is attached to a Mac computer, which of course is far superior to any PC. Keep following the dotted line as it leads you away from my desk and out of my personal space.

TITLE: Ah, the stock area at LSD laboratories.

One of our favorite areas of the office because it reminds us of all the money we're making by selling you all this great stuff. And it's somewhat organized, too! I guess this shot isn't really that interesting so I'll move on, however, there is a blow-up doll stuffed under the bottom shelf in the picture.

TITLE: This is a collection of toys that have appeared in the pages of LSD.

Kinda from left to right, Gorbachev wooden doll, Troll doll, dirty Santa, punk-ass slob Elmo, Little red furry monkey-faced creature that appeared front & center on the cover of issue six. (It is important to note: the little sign he's holding reads: 'You are my favorite Do-Gooder cause you do it gooder than anybody' and the fact that the monkey creature is superimposed on a backdrop of the most foul combination of food ever assembled. $75 worth of groceries frivolously squandered for art's sake. How very avant-garde'God bless America.) Robotech Veritech Alpha VF-6Z, Walter Payton statue, Spray-painted Rancor, some other weird toys like sumo-fan dude, and Trypticon. I throw up the 'EP' for Elliot Park Locos in the background.

TITLE: Old video game collection.

I blame this all on the 'Electronic Plastic' book. Last summer I scoured yard sales and flea markets for most of this stuff, as well as spending a little too much time on eBay. The end result was four or five Atari 2600s, Two 5200s, three or four Nintendos, and a whole bunch of handhelds, Game & Watches (that's those flip top numbers on the middle right), and table tops, not to mention more games than I've gotten around to playing. Since then, I've managed to trade or sell most of my extra units, but I still feel like a total dork. And yard sale season is just starting to pick up again. P.S. If you want to get rid of some of this type o' junk for a t-shirt or magazines or something, email me at lsdmag@visi.com

TITLE: Just more collector stuff and things that I like looking at.

Polaroid land cameras, a warped Consolidated board, toy trains, The Melvins limited edition 8-track, of which there's only 100, Pushead toy, Miller Clear Beer from that goofy trend where everything was'duh, clear, old cans including OK Soda, the ill fated 'grunge/gen-X' beverage, old spray paint, Hookie Pookie sound machine record player, more junk and some Faygo soda courtesy of local Juggalos.

TITLE: Let's take a trip into the hall, shall we?

Right around the corner from our door is this gapping maw in the wall that we'll call The Hell Hole. The bathroom upstairs is in such wonderful shape that every time somebody uses the shower, human stew trickles down through the floor and erodes the walls. Never mind the fact that nobody is supposed to be living in this building, that shower gets used several times a day. The sink is completely stopped up too, and somebody recently overflowed it leaving huge puddles on our floor. Well the rent is pretty cheap!

TITLE: Here's how you'll find the toilets most of the time in the building.

Someone takes great delight in not putting forth the effort to pick up the toilet set and pissing all over the place. Bunch of savages. Not in frame is an empty bottle of whiskey found in the same stall.

TITLE: The walls in the bathroom are a source of great enjoyment for the tenants of our building, especially right above the urinals.

Here we have the running discussion started by Puzzle KYT, 'If God didn't want man to eat pussy, then why did he make it look like a taco?' Many people have joined in on the debate including Slug of Atmosphere with the inspired comment 'I fucked your Taco.' What, you know about M. I. L. F.?

TITLE: One way to procrastinate and not put out a magazine is to build something.

And why not a working five-watt pirate radio station? Not pictured here is the antenna and all that damn coaxil cable. All you need to do is plug in your RCA inputs. The thing on the left is the power supply from radio shack. In the middle is a one-watt kit from Veronica FM in the UK as well as the stereo encoder. On the right is the five-watt amp and the SWR meter to measure how clean your signal is. The hardest thing about putting together a pirate radio station isn't the technical aspect; it's trying to find a group of people willing to broadcast every day, every week for no pay and to a possibly nonexistent audience. During this same soldiering kick, I put one of those chips in a Playstation that allows you to play burned games and I have to say it works great. I've never given a dime directly to Sony for my gaming pleasure. Also in front is a simple light sensitive Theremin built in an hour with $10 worth of crap from radio shack, complete with quarter inch output to amp or mixer. Mr. Dibbs did it first, check out his live show for proper usage.

TITLE: Did you ever wonder if we get sent a lot of photos?

Photos of graffiti? Dead animals perhaps? Naked pictures? And then did you wonder what we did with all those photos? Well, if you did or didn't, here's a smidgen of the stacks of flicks sitting all over the office in complete and total disarray. For the most part, it's all pretty uninteresting, poorly painted, poorly lit, pointless street art. I'd say one in every six packs of flicks has even one photo that catches anyone's interest and it's usually not even graffiti. Notice the box on the left. It's marked 'crappy'. Most of the rest of these photos could go in there, but I don't think they'd fit. I'd keep those nekkid ones next to the box though.

TITLE: Bonus!

The result of a day's fruitful trip to Home Depot and some other hardware stores. 150 cans, markers, sketchbooks, scented candles, etc. Not too shabby.