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a preview zine for the book Snack Foods, by Joel Todero.
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Snack
Foods (the zine!)
a preview of the book, Snack Foods, by Joel
Todero
to be released on June 21st, 2015
You are holding a preview zine of Snack Foods, a
book by Joel Todero. This is a zine to give you a
taste of what the book will be like! This book is
going to have lots of different kinds of writing
from lots of different kinds of people, so be
open to it! Maybe you will find something that
you really like, and it will spark a memory, or
compel you do something you had been
meaning to! I don’t know! Just be as open to it
as possible, and make sure that you laugh along.
Some things will be deep and poetic and other
things will be funny and laughable. Reading will
bring you into the minds of a multitude of
modern day teenagers and their thoughts and
pictures put down onto paper. Join me in this
cool adventure of book making, and check out
this zine, and then pass it on to a friend of yours.
come home, eat a banana, and go to sleep. do it all over again.
isn’t this the optimal way of LIVING? i am
watching Steve Roggenbuck videos on a laptop
while riding my bike off a cliff. good thing i have
a helmet! lil cranium saver. turns out not
everything goes the way that you think it will.
dust collects on things you don’t want to deal
with anymore. you push back memories you’d
rather not remember, don’t tell me you don’t, i
know you do. this recurring dream of falling
down a small flight of stairs, but end up waking
up in bed every time. it happens over and over.
now i am actually falling off the cliff. i ditch my
bike and pull a parachute string. hover down
and slowly touch the river below. there i go,
floating downstream. so long.
I AM FLOATING SOMEWHERE IN THE OCEAN
my bed is a pile of salvaged recyclables. like a
raft in the ocean, except it doesn't hurt the
environment. im just floating towards the
recycling plant where i belong. on the sides of
my foreign vessel dolphins swim by. i steer
with a Hefty brand garbage bag that’s blowing
in the wind. how did i end up here anyway? a
single bird is flying overhead but instead of
chirping, every time it opens its beak i hear
Mozart playing. the beauty of nature, let me
tell ya. there’s a large leather bag to my side,
with some things inside. there is a notepad
and pencil, a pistol, and a saxophone. the
three most destructive things mankind has
created. great. i then proceed to play smooth
jazz for hours until the sun falls slowly over the
horizon. i want to go to sleep on my recyclable
raft.
it’s the dead of winter; i miss the air conditioner
i’m not creative, uncreative if anything. call me
John F Kennedy because i have a collection of
bomb ass ties (not really, just kidding).
frantically throw your folded clothes in your
drawers and closets and in the street. disregard
what seems to be the standard. be yourself and
be who you believe you should be. sometimes
i laugh right in the future’s face. HA. FUCK U
FUTURE. other times it intimidates me.
whatever. if i throw a bag of potatoes in the
street and a car runs over them, are they now
mashed potatoes? are they just run over by a
car? either way they are still potatoes, that’s
what really matters. do you see what i’m
getting at here? potatoes are a metaphor for
people!
RAISIN BRAN IS PROBABLY THE BEST CEREAL EVER jumping into a pool of yellow glowing liquid while
rich, deep, full synth chords play. time has
slowed down and i am in the middle of a
cannonball and i can see bats flying over my
head in the almost-darkness. friends surround
me and are laughing in slow motion as i fly
through the air. the sun has changed the whole
scene to a tinted and washed dark orange and
purple color. it’s like i put on a filter but it’s real
life. the liquid is lukewarm, sort of like someone
didn’t put a bowl of soup in the microwave long
enough. there is no word in the human dictionary
to describe this feeling. i’m done pretending that
nothing matters all the time. i wish there was
some way i could hook up my brain to a screen
so you could see what i'm picturing right now.
there’s no way that can happen though, so i will
just continue trying to explain through words.
You sit there with an empty vat of chili and wish that it had not been your last meal because you are better than minced meat And the sky opens up and a hand reaches down It pats your tummy and then your head like a father to his baby boy And gives you the promise that is this life This air you breathe The sky you see It is not a bowl of minced meat But a can of soup To sink in.
- Natalie Brand
here are fist bumps on
the train. i have a lot
that’s on my brain.
there’s still a lot of
things to do. i still don’t
think i have met you.
Hi! My name is Joel
Todero and I have
made this zine and am
making Snack Foods, a
book filled with
poems and stories and
writings and pictures
and all kind of cool
things! I have a
Kickstarter going on
right now that’s
helping me get funds
to get Snack Foods
printed! You can find
it on www.kickstarter.com by typing in “Joel Todero.” The
Kickstarter campaign ends on May 7th, 2015. This book is
going to be really cool and I am really excited about it! If
you are able to donate, it would be incredibly appreciated.
For about myself, I live in Nazareth, Pennsylvania, and am
17 years old. I play in a really cool band, Creeks, and have
shows at my house. I like to ride bike a lot and go on walks
with friends. This whole book thing would not have been
possible without the support of a lot of them. I hope you
are having a beautiful day today.
email- [email protected] cell- 610-704-3220