To glean what we want, best is to read. Not anything, I mean, yes, but in particular, this issue. Themes may arise, naturally, like yeast, but this isn't junior prom. The only exception is murder music.

Also syntax breaks. Write what you secrete at pre-dawn, drab hour. Unhinge a little. Be declarative and cocksure and a little smarmy, but in a confident way, not being an actual asshole. Bleed words, stanch, and then slow death it to us e-mail style. We won't say bring the noise or bring the ruckus because this isn't Jock Jams, but bring the noisy ruckus.

Slapdash your way to insecurity. Do you have the stomach? is the question. And if so, what do you expel? Confetti and other multi-colored splendor? Mouth, out. We hopes. We sincerely hopes.

CHAMPION SQUAD

Gene Kwak, Editor
Jessica Ewald, Design