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elcome to issue 8 of Earth Is Huge And We Are All On It! It’s always nice to have you here.

Our two creative prompts this go-round are Infinity and Community. In the vein of infinity, Neil S. Reddy comes back with a short story, and I slapped together some unusual clickbait headlines. In the community camp, we have companion art and poetry by Cody John Laplante and Beth Wittenberg. This issue is chock full of goodness, overall. In addition to the issue, there is a post up on my personal blog that gets into some of methods used to run the zine. There will be more of these in the future, and backers of the zine on Patreon will get early access to these posts. There are other perks available to patrons, such as early access to the issue, free high quality PDFs, and physical copies of the zine. Earth Is Huge is currently a 100% free project. With support from readers and fans like you, we can improve the zine’s delivery, add features, and pay contributors for their submissions. If you aren’t ready or able to do a recurring payment, you can also support the zine through one-off donations through PayPal or by purchasing PDF copies of the zine through Gumroad. The other major ways you can help? Share the zine. Visit the sites linked in contributor bios and support their projects. Thank you to everyone who has liked, shared, faved, emailed, replied, and of course, contributed. Your efforts make this project really work. With your help, I’d like to see a community grow around this project, and lift up more new and exciting voices in art and writing. GHN 03-11-15

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Contents 1 3 4 5 7 9 13 19 21 23

Paper Bag Wisdom Ashley Mangin

NamastĂŠ or Nematode Bob Dingnagian

Infinity Squid Heather Chen

Clickbait from the Void Georgene Nunn

The Corridor Neil S. Reddy

laplante+wittenberg Beth Wittenberg Cody John Laplante

Clay Sculpture Process Erika Carty

Don' t Drink the Nicotine Weasel

About our contributors Support the creators Cover by Zachariah Brown Layout by marlin

Paper Bag Wisdom by Ashley Mangin

saw these awesome drawings a few months ago on the interwebs. You may have seen them. They' re colored pencil or some such on brown paper. Realistically, I realize that it' s probably a roll of brown paper because professionals, but part of me still maintains that they' re done on paper grocery bags. Anyway, the one that made me fist-pump in solidarity says Amanda has decided that shaving is not for her! Whoo, Eff yes, Amanda! WHOOO!!! Lazy girls the world over felt vindicated by this drawing on a sack of groceries, myself included. There were other ones, of course, but Amanda and I bonded ferociously over our hairy, hippie legs. Then it came around a few months later. I looked at them again. I missed my dear friend, Amanda. I wanted to check on the state of her legs. I had just recently gotten mine braided with little beads at the end like they do in the Caribbean. This time I saw one that made me think a little, dammit. You know how much I dislike thinking. It said that Name is into anonymous sex. People have been telling her her whole life to have some respect for herself and stop living like this. But you know, you go, Name, get down wit yo bad self and what not. Okay, we need to talk about this for a minute. I had been under the impression that I was very pro-female, myself being one. I however, am in the I-don' t-have-todo-this-shit-to-conform-to-your-expectations camp. Did y' all know there are other camps? There totally are. I had no idea. Being human, as I so often am, I assumed, and naturally so, that the entire world revolved around me, and that my unpopular opinion was superior for whatever reasons I wanted to give you at the time. Whoops. My bad. I like to think of myself as open-minded, and I think I' ve made great strides. I was told to be open-minded as a youth, but I' m pretty sure that only applied if A. the topics to be thought about were in a specific range of previously approved topics or B. the determination could be guaranteed to be favorable after said openminded consideration. Because there were definite off-limits topics, all covered in great detail by the game Cards Against Humanity. We' re good, conservative, Midwestern, church-going folks. Controversy is just not something we grooved with. I apparently had some bad Kool-Aid or something. Regardless (sidebar, does

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anyone else ever REALLY want to yell irregahdless like Matt Damon or whoever on that SNL sketch???), I' ve considered myself open-minded. I' m okay with gay marriage. I mean why not? The gay population really wants to get married, and it' s not like they can mess it up any more than we hetero folks have. If anything, they' ll boost marriage statistics. Whoo! Marriage works again! Look, here' s proof. Not as many divorces per marriage!! Whoo!!! That may have been a little underhanded, but you get where I' m coming from. And you' re either still reading, or praying for my soul. So I read this bit of introspection on a grocery bag, and I thought, whoa, I'm a bitch. I've been judging ladies that are, well, not like me. But that's junk! We shouldn't be judging each other. It's a whole person issue, not so much woman power or whatever. It's a stereotype thing. Don't judge a book by the cover/movie. Something about skin-deep. It's the thought that counts, or what's on the inside, whichever comes first. I just met a few really cool lady-folks, and they are, while nice and perfectly acceptable, not necessarily “my people.” In their defense, there are only a handful of those in the entire world, so it's not you, it's me. But they're very “made up”. I call it frou-frou. It's not my bag, baby, but it's theirs. And that's okay. They wear makeup and wear slightly more revealing clothes. And that's okay. They're still smart. They know things. They just look different from me. It's like frou-frouism. It's like racism, but with mascara. Probably pushing a line somewhere. My apologies. But it's alright. Everyone is different, and thank god for that. If everyone were like me, the world would have exploded long ago. And if everyone were the same, life would be damn boring. Just because she dresses differently from you doesn't mean she's any less than you, it just means she's got a different style. No big. Just because she does something that you don't do or approve of, no big. We've all had different upbringings and circumstances that have made us who we are. So don't shave your legs, let your saggy old lady boobs groove in the sunshine, rock your tattoos, and wear your eyeliner on your eye lids or as eyebrows. Who gives a crap?!? It's not my place to judge. I'm a screwed up pile of WTF myself. We should just support one another. We're all in this bullcrap world together, just trying to make it until tomorrow. Lemme help you. This insight brought to you by Carol Rossetti and some brown paper.

NamastĂŠ or Nematode by Bob Dingnagian

Infinity Squid

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by Heather Chen

attribution for image: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Goat_face.jpg

Clickbait from the Void by Georgene Nunn Shocking! You Wonâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t Believe What This Small Town Mom Has to Say in the Face Of Inevitable Death 17 Pictures That Will Restore Your Belief in the Uncaring Vastness of the Universe

Two Kids Meet an Unlikely Friend While Navigating the Endless Repetition of Death and Rebirth. What Happens Next Will Blow Your Mind. He Uncovered a Secret to Choronzon that Will Leave You Speechless. Awe-inspiring. You May Think You Know Your Neighbor, But What We Saw at the 11th Hour Will Leave You Breathless

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Can One Video Reverse the Calamitous Rage Built Inside the Fragile Hearts of Humanity in Response to Layers of Injustice Hundreds of Years Deep? Creepy. These Ravens Have Circled Your Home for as Long as You Can Remember, But You Have No Memory of Days “None have seen the face of God,” Says Local Butcher. How the Gathered Mob of Frightened and Confused Locals Respond? Priceless. Scientists Say No One Truly Knows What Happens Inside a Black Hole. One Spider Shocks Us All. Not Sure How to Face Viewing Beyond the Veil into the Incalculable Depths of All Time? Start Here. She Uttered a 14 Syllable Litany as the Darkness Fell for the Final Time on this Earth. That Was All it Took to Convince Me.

Popular YouTube Star Discovers the Key to Building a Relationship with Mortality that’s so Simple it Will Leave You in Tears 5-minute Heartwarming Video of a Pug Will Shake You from the Stultifying Agony of Experiencing Time as a Finite Being Check it Out: Obama Speech Before the Tear in the Fabric of Reality. Hilarious. Hilarious Stunt by a Goat & Comedian Will Make You Rethink All Your Childhood Memories. Literally. 12 Photos of the Unseen Puppeteers That Will Warm Your Heart Today No One Is Sure if the Drums Have Always Been, UNTIL NOW. Popular Science Says You’re Most Likely to Spend Your Day “Trembling In the presence of inchoate screaming”. See the TEDTalk that Blows This Away!

The Corridor by Neil S. Reddy T

he flickering strip lights startled him, and for a moment he forgot what he was meant to be doing; he registered the beige folder in his hand, a beige cardboard folder, a file then, yes he was taking it to be added to the index, taking it to be filed away, probably to be forgotten forever. Once again the grey cobweb festooned fluted light fitting flickered above his head. It sent a broken ribbon of darkness undulating along the length of the corridor, he decided to get moving. “Don’t want to be stuck down here if the lights fail.” He said a little louder than he’d intended; he really didn’t like the dark. The receding echo of his voice unsettled him, the sound of his rapid and rapidly fading footsteps only made things worse. He felt the need to check he wasn’t being followed. “Idiot…. You’re going to look aren’t you, you know there’s no one there but you’re going to look just the same. Yes you are…” He stopped, listened to the snide echo of his own frustration die and then slowly turned around. He could see for a good two hundred yards before the corridor distorted into a flickering shadow play. Of course there was no one there, of course, of course…it was just his echo. “Now you feel stupid don’t you, you bloody idiot. Too many night shifts, and it’s your own bloody fault.” He walked on, clutching the folder tightly to his chest, whilst muttering to himself. “It’s just an echo, it’s just an echo, just a bastard echo.” He was tired and his shoulder was hurting, he hated nightshifts. So why did he keep on agreeing to do them? “It’s the money right. And I don’t have to deal with people…I hate people,

hate, hate, hate and have to get up extra early to loath them more on a Sunday.” A thought interrupted his mumbling. Did he really do nightshifts to avoid people? Perhaps that’s where he was going wrong? “Do I really hate people?” He heard himself ask and repeat into grey silence. “Maybe I really like people…maybe that’s been my mistake, perhaps I really like people and I’m getting this all wrong. Maybe that’s why I’m so bloody miserable…or I’m just very tired and talking bollocks…” The light above him twitched. He stopped and looked up and watched the strip light do its little dance and then with a hollow pop, die. “Fantastic…” He really didn’t want to be down there in the dark, could there be anything worse? Alone in the dark. Not as far as he was concerned. Alone in the windowless corridor in the dark, alone with his echo. He picked up his pace. Get the job done, focus, get through the night go home. Get through the night and go home, get some sleep, get some sleep. “Why do I hate people? Maybe I should try helping people, not be so bloody judgemental? But isn’t that whole love yourself before you can love others stuff just utter balls? What was that writers name? He wrote that weird thing; Waiting for something or someone; Godot was that it? What was his name? Beckett? What did that guy tell him? You’ve got to forgive others before you can forgive yourself…. Or something like that…was it Beckett? Or was that a bishop? When did I last help anybody?” He looked at the file, of course, he was helping with the filing that was helping, or was it his job…and if it was

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his job did it count as helping? It must, surely. “I’m a nice guy, that’s why I’m helping… so I guess I don’t hate people either…oh shut up do shut up. I’m tired and I’m talking bollocks, endless bollocks.” The hairs on the back of his neck shuddered. He quickly turned, took a step backward, saw nothing, turned full circle, stepped forward and then turned back the way he’d just come and stumbled over his own feet. He braced himself against the wall to avoid falling on his face but the folder fell to the floor, its pink papers spilling out over his clumsy feet. “Shit.” He crouched down and gathered up the leaves as quickly as he could. But were they now in the right order? “Does it matter? Most of them. Surely most of them must be…or at least close. What did it matter? Who was ever going to look at them again?” Despite his declaration he checked both sides for page numbers…and then for any writing at all…the pages were blank. Why was he filing blank pink pages? Had he picked up the wrong file? He must have, who would file blank pink paper? “Bloody sweaty bollocks.” Now he’d have to walk all the way back, all the way back, to…all the way back to where…where had he come from? He couldn’t remember. A hot wave of panic rolled up from his stomach, he didn’t know where he was going and…now that he’d twisted himself around he didn’t know which direction he’d been heading in? “Idiot… that way, back past the broken light. Right and then, and then…where did I come from?” He knew he was taking the file for filing, he knew that…didn’t he? He had a file, a file of blank pink paper but where had he got it from and where was the filing done? Had he ever done any filing? He was helping out wasn’t he,

wasn’t he being Mr Nice Guy now? “Helping who? Who am I helping? Why should I help anybody…I don’t like people…never have. Where did I get this file? Where am I?” He stood in the long corridor and looked from one end to the other and saw…more corridor. “How did I get here? Hold on, hold on… you’re tired that’s all, just bloody tired. Try not to force a psychotic break on yourself, just calm down and stop talking bollocks…think. You have a file to get rid of so get rid of the file.” He set his eyes forward and set off at a determined pace, one foot purposefully in front of the other. The corridor’s vanishing point called to him as his echo bit at his heals. “Fuck it…” He rolled the file into a tube, gripped it firmly and then, head down, fists clenched he ran. He ran with long strides and pumping arms until his sides ached and his head throbbed; and then he jogged until his lungs squeezed battery acid into his throat, and then he ran until he was dizzy and his legs threatened to throw him to the floor. “Idiot…” He leant against the wall gasping and looked ahead and although the corridor monetarily warped and flickered he soon saw there was just as much there as there had been before. “Impossible… what the hell is going on?” He looked behind and saw the long, thin, straight corridor seemingly no longer than it was before, it was merely endless, before and aft, endless, a long endless corridor full of nothing but himself. “I never liked people…I thought I hated…I thought…” Nothing but himself, his echo and an empty file… and then the lights went out.

Bow Down by Beth Wittenberg

laplante+wittenberg pictures by Beth Wittenberg words by Cody John Laplante

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Demons say the damnedest things by Cody John Laplante

I saw a demon walking on the sidewalk. It was one of those times where you see them coming from a mile off and you don’t know what to do with moment just before they pass you. “Give me your fucking money, slowly, over the course of a decade, at least 70% of your income.” He spoke first and we stopped face to face. “What a sexy demon you are! Take me, you wretched piece of filth!” Then I melted up to my ankles and everything imploded into tantalizing 2D. “I will drain your health away from you like the sun drains color from newspaper portraits, I will suck at your attention span until you are inside of my vacuum; I will make you do so many things you thought were reserved for the evil if you just say ‘ok’.” By now we were just two jagged outlines imposed upon each other blending auras like two drops introduced under a microscope slide the black and white buzz of tv static a child’s mind giving birth to it’s first crime “ok” I said, and his face joined with mine

Delight in the Plight by Beth Wittenberg drip drip dripdipridpripirdripipr! by Cody John Laplante

No matter how many nights I loop through lost connections my mind can’t find the rusty leak where doubt is always dripping. It finds former lakes to fill and slowly erodes a few paths of its own until I’m doubting knowing everything I’ve ever known and suddenly i can’t decide if i should even live or die!

The plumber says everything’s ok. My friends say it has gone away. They tuck their ear against mine and hear nothing

but it’s flooding! It’s flooding! And love is barely floating. It’s flooding! It’s flooding! And all my hopes are soaking. The drip of doubt’s tiny sound resounds through so many tunnels that it transforms into a demon laughing at my total indecision I stab myself thinking it’s him! He’s winning! He’s winning! I want you. No, I don’t. You’ll love me, No, You won’t. He’s winning! He’s winning! I’m doubting every little thing I’ve almost never known.

Either Lies of Magic by Beth Wittenberg in this lively rabbit farm with such delicious carrots by Cody John Laplante

in this lively rabbit farm with such delicious carrots i explode at the sight of a bricklayer. can my doppelganger be a man if he doesn’t smoke the same cigarettes as me? who planted this pop song here such that it controls my every step? As the long-standing scarecrow of this body and soul I demand at least three happy hours a week. Please, if you don’t do anything else, Please just try your hardest to hop across that finish line when they finally tape a number on your back.

Be the hero you have been vaguely propped up to be. You’re not an ass; there is a way to get that delicious carrot into your mouth! And when you do, trust that you will be provided with another one-- equally as challenging but twice as difficult to reach. Yes, all of that just to eat and buy a new pair of jeans. In this lively rabbit farm with such delicious carrots you’ve got to search for a hole to call your own.

Clay Sculpture Process by Erika Carty

1 Part 1

1. Packaged Clay. This is Laguana # 10 white. It' s mainly used for Low fire work. The Tempurature range for low fire is 1800 to 2000 degrees F. 2. Wedged clay. Wedging removes air bubbles and distributes moisture. 3. Today, I am making a hollow sphere. To start, I make 2 balls of similar size. 4. Next, I take one of the balls and stick my thumb in the Middle of it. Flattening the sides until.... 5. a small pinch pot is formed.

< Maple the helper :o)

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6. This is the 2 halves put together to form a sphere. The process involves using a thinned out clay, sometimes called slip. The clay is thinned to a consistency of pudding, and used to ' glue' the 2 halves together. After the sphere is put together and the the joining point smoothed over, it must dry to a point where it is stiff enough to cut into with out collapsing. (I am using a fan to help the drying process).

Part 2

1. Traditional Pottery tools. 2. Non traditional pottery tools. 3. and 4. Cutting into the sphere. 5. Initials and year are carved in while the clay is still wet. It takes at leas a week for a piece to be dry enough to be fired. Fire a piece to soon, and any moisture in the piece with be trapped, turn to steam, and cause the piece to explode.

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Part 3

1. This is one of 3 kilns I use. I' ve named her worker bee, because she is the one I use the most.

2. The little sphere is all loaded up and ready to be fired.

3. Bisque fired. The first of 2 firings, the bisque fire cures the clay.

1 Part 4 1. Now it' s time to glaze. For this piece, I' m going to add a colorant to a premixed commercial gloss glaze. 2. Lots of colorants to choose from.

3. Choosing a green colorant.

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5 4. Mixing the colorant and gloss together. 5. Dipping the piece into the mixed glaze.

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Part 5 1. These are stilts. Because Glaze will fuse to just about anything, stilts are used to keep a piece up off the kiln shelf. 2. Our little sphere is in the kiln, waiting for the glaze firing. (this will be the second firing) 3. Glaze firing done. 4. Glaze firing done.

Don't Drink the Nicotine by Weasel

has always been taught that family is the strongest Jhe ared bond he’ll ever know. That he is loved for being alive, but is not all too familiar with the changes in contracts that can be made. So at night he looks up into the sky and wonders how weak the irons are between himself and the rest of the household. He pours his blood into pages of unpublished journals, caressing their bindings like the flowers he’ll never touch because he doesn’t know how.

Sometimes, words are empty like the freeway at two in the morning where your eyes can’t see anything save for the window from the headlights. Darkness is supposed to be empty, quiet—dreary—but sit inside long enough and you can hear the sins it takes on its back for every broken soul without a voice. It’s only a martyr for the lost—light only a savior for the living when we have not yet fully awakened. But enlightenment is still a distance away. I love you is food poisoning for the body, but the pain is worth it ‘cause there is not a person on this earth who can’t perform open-heart surgery to stop our hands from trembling, and release the love we have all been desperately searching for. He is a typewriter no one could ever fix; emotions, cracks, mistakes flurried onto soaked pages of misunderstandings. Jared is still learning that some hearts are only muddied up by polluted swamp water, and that forgiveness is only a few steps forward out of the murkiness, but leaves the past open. There’s still so much that can be said. Jared pummels through pages of nicotine-filled nights, the yellow stains stacking up higher than the sky, but he’s never afraid of how the stars feel because they’re the only acceptance he has ever known. And that’s all he wants before he lights another match. He still burns himself at night; the sticks are only a few inches away.

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Contributors Ashley Mangin

Ashley Mangin is a smither of words, walking meme, and amateur ukulelist. She is currently trying to write, learn, parent, and wife, but adulting is hard. She is learning to play Beck songs on her ukulele, but come to think of it, she should probably just give Ukelola to BeyoncĂŠ. http://motherofanadventure.blogspot.com

Bob Dingnagian

I was born in Hugo, Ok. I developed my strip there but gave up on it for women, and the vices associated. Moved to Chicago to further my education, and went bankrupt. I live in California now making my profession as a janitor. http://www.bobdingnagian.com/ https://twitter.com/bobdingnagian http://instagram.com/bobdingnagian http://bit.ly/1sNJ1lS

Heather Chen

Starving artist for hire. http://oceantealsea.tumblr.com/

Georgene Nunn

Makin your way in the world today takes everything you got. Takin a break from all your worries sure would help a lot.

Neil S. Reddy

Neil S Reddy - author of Tales in Liquid Time - available via Weasel Press and Amazon. Currently working on words that don' t wish to comply.

Erika Carty

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New Hampshire Ceramic artist. About to start a new adventure with Raku. https://www.facebook.com/cannonsmudwerx

Beth Wittenberg and Cody John Laplante

Cody John Laplante fell and felt for Beth Wittenberg’s art from the first time he saw it – visceral, raw, pungent, and brute. At her recent art show DEMONS, Cody performed some poetry that he had written inspired by the work she was exhibiting. Now, coming full circle, Beth has created the drawings presented here as a response to these specific poems. The two artists are excited to pursue further collaboration through the local art collective Wrong Brain. Beth’s links: www.bethwittenberg.com Www.facebook.com/bethwittenberg.artist Cody’s links: http://theinertiaofmistakes.com/

Weasel

Weasel is a writer and overall degenerate poet. He received his Bachelor of Arts in Literature at the University of Houston-Clear Lake, and started up a publisher called Weasel Press. The vagabond poet released a full length poetry collection titled Ashes to Burn through Transcendent Zero Press. His writing has been accepted in several publications, some of which include: Houston’s Harbinger Asylum, Threshold, Permian Basin Beyond 2014, Hunger For Peace, Earth is Huge and We Are All On It, and Di-Verse-City. Weasel also appeared in a small documentary about art titled Something Out of Nothing (S.O.O.N) directed by Mitchell Dudley. http://www.weaselpress.com http://hitchingpoets.wix.com/poetweasel

Zachariah Brown Writes, Draws, and Leaves @zzozxoxx zozxox.tumblr.com

marlin

marlin gave up ice cream for lent good at napping @wintermarlin

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