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The next morning he was in the top of the hill. The lake was steaming and the mountains were frozen and ill.Everything is slowly degrades. A couple of clouds whispering words of guild to the wind. He had to choose his confession. The green aurora gave a sense of fairy tale to the scenery.If he had to leave his body to another person, he would say to him “ Don’t worry its in perfect health. In top condition. Just... Everything around it, is kind of... feeling sick.”
Nickos Chatzopoulos
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EDITORIAL P.4
Pole Ka P.6
Eugenia Assimakopoulou P.7
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Emmanuelle Ly P.8,25
Iro Karavela P.9 DEATH CASE P.10,11
Konstant inos Zves
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Claudio Parentela P.13,14,15
Lou Patrou P.16,17,19
SHITFULL TAPES P.18
jola818
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HAPPY DAZE
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Anargyros Drolapas
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Patrice Mariani P.24
Merci Mendoza P.26
PEEK-A-BALAND P.27
Yorgia Karidi P.28,29
STICKER PAGE P.31 by Marina Velisioti
EDITORIAL Bebabebo magazine #05 February 2015
Here I am back again, back for more sick, strange and weird
Editor, publisher, founder, research graphic designer, art director, guru and a weird person. Marina Velisioti castrata@gmail.com
pieces of art! So.. I welcome you all to this sickness Issue! I got good news and bad news, girls and boys. The good news is that your dates
Editorial stuff
are here.
Rock Randy
The bad news is that they’re Dead.
Nikos Chatzopoulos
“Don’t you know me yet? Yes, I am cruel--
oedipustwist.blogspot.gr
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since you take so much delight in that word-and am I not entitled to be so?
M.V
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Pole Ka www.poleka.fr
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Eugenia Assimakopoulou eugenia.assim@gmail.com
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Emmanuelle Ly dailysketchcrossing.tumblr.com also: page. 25 Meiranesio luc see lucmeiranesio.tumblr.com
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Iro Karavela vomitvoidvast.tumblr.com
DEATH CASE
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Fishies revenge
Gio Pistone
www.giopistone.it
EXTRAORDINARY DEATH
At Invern, on Tuesday, April 5, a Fisherman came by his death in a extremely strange manner. Having bad some spare hours waiting for a tide to go sea fishing, he went to pick sea weed on the shore, among which he found a small rockfish, which he put into his mouth to kill , but it jumped down his throat, and got so far that he could not pull it out, and so was chocked. When found dead the tail of the fish was sticking up in his throat.
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Konstantinos Zves blackhillside.tumblr.com
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Pavlos Tsakonas
pavlostsakonas.wordpress.com
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Claudio Parentela
www.claudioparentela.net see also: page.13, 14
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Lou Patrou
www.patrou.com see also page 19
This issue’s cassette reviewed was literally delivered by Santa Claus himself!
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Yes dear friends, it was New Year’s Eve evening in Bebabebo’s luxurious mountain cave, when good old chubby Santa knocked on the stone door. no cookies left, and afraid that he would go for the Elvis records collection, we kept silent until he finally got bored knocking and drove his Cadillac away. opening the door a minute later, we found our present box laying on the door mat, soaked with Santa’s holy urine. Regain Demo(n)s by greek musician Dead Gum in our walkman since then. Guitar drone experiments, dark aesthetics artwork, like field recordings on unknown grounds, this cassette ends up with the most scary rock’n’roll summoning you’ve ever heard. aaaaarrrrrr thank you Dead Gum! thank you Santa
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Ankh Jung & Alfred Shim www.facebook.com/dorodoro4 Lou Patrou
Get your face deleted
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jola818 jola818.blogspot.gr
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Anargyros Drolapas celine-guichard-images.tumblr.com
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Patrice Mariani patlegat.tumblr.com
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Emmanuelle Ly
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Merci Mendoza spontaneouscombustion-designs.tumblr.com
The Seekers of Lice When the child’s forehead, full of red torments, Implores the white swarm of indistinct dreams, There come near his bed two tall charming sisters With slim fingers that have silvery nails. They seat the child in front of a wide open Window where the blue air bathes a mass of flowers And in his heavy hair where the dew falls Move their delicate, fearful and enticing fingers. He listens to the singing of their apprehensive breath. Which smells of long rosy plant honey And which at times a hiss interrupts, saliva Caught on the lip or desire for kisses. He hears their black eyelashes beating in the perfumed Silence; and their gentle electric fingers Make in his half-drunken indolence the death of the little lice Crackle under their royal nails. Then the wine of Sloth rises in him, The sigh of an harmonica which could bring on delirium; The child feels, according to the slowness of the caresses Surging in him and dying continuously a desire to cry.
By Arthur Rimbaud
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Yorgia Karidi yorgiakaridi.tumblr.com
sticker end
Marina Velisioti marinavelisioti.blogspot.gr