They are called art comics now, but years ago they where just mini comics. People used to take the time to print, fold, staple, and cut them up just to share and sell a few. The time for these little pamphlets is passing us by, and with it goes the joy of turning a page, catching a glimpse of what’s next, the smell of ink, and an occasional paper cut.

Now, none of this is to say that we are Luddites looking backwards with nostalgic eyes. That is nothing more then sentimental bullshit. The future arrived some time ago and we wanted to take a moment to tip our hats at the passing.

With that, we encourage you to head over to our virtual shopping mart and pick up a copy of “Drifting Weightless” a pamphlet, art, mini comic object best described as a ridiculous object of self importance.

Magic is a land where the callus grows hard on the middle finger.

It is true, print is dead, and with it dies the pleasure of turning a page, the smell of fresh ink and paper cuts. Fuck you Tablet. This statement should in no way be misconstrued as a cry for doing things the “old” way. That would nothing more than nostalgic pap. We just wanted to acknowledge the passing in a less than dignified manner.

Do you need any more proof of the another geniusness that is King Mini?

I’ll save my breath and take it with me.

We stumble and fall skinning our knees on the flinty stones along the shore. Hold back the tears and pretend to be a men.