Working Journals / Belly Full of Bird Shot
Working Journals Presents
Letterpress & Silkscreen on Murillo Cream 360gram

our second edition; one hundred books; digest;
a belly full of bird shot; a dlot.nu production.


Left Side:
The Seven Lovely Leaks
Digital reproduction of lithograph
by Joshua Bales
page 22a

Right Side:
Ugly Fish
Digital reproduction of lithograph.
by Logan Miles Davis
page 22b

Ponderosa Dreamland Sequence
Digital reproduction of lithographic color seperations with collage.
by Shane Darwent
page 39a,b,c,d,e,f

Pigeon world
handcrafted prose
by C. Henri Bullfinch

Pundit Boys
a montage mahal letterpress & silkscreen edition
by Willy Blackmore
page 38

How to Build Your Own Backpack
Literally...just buy the fabric.
Series of silkscreened fabric pattern foldouts with instructions.
by Emily Nachison
page 28 and on

Giving Them Independence
Digital reproduction of an etching with aquatint.
by Adrian Rodriguez
page 10

Sin of All
Digital reproduction of a series of etchings with aquatint and drypoint.
by Nate Hagey
page 97 and on

Congratulations!
"Sharpness lies in Trust."

Fork Face Franky
Letterpress reproduction of a Lino-cut.
by Dennis Mcnett
page 96

International Air Traffic With A
Sub-Atomic Particle Collision.
A silkscreen edition studying Movement.
by Robin Weinert
page 114

Text from Willy Blackmore's Rust Over Roses
a rural yarn
page 45 and on

"..ghtest inconsistencies in her body's keratin constructs. When she wasn't trimming off the splits on split ends or making single molecule adjustments to the length of her nails, indiscernible blemishes occupied her time. Digging fingers into the pale softness of her forearm or leg she would leave unsightly pinch marks in place of what seemed to be nothing at all..."

Text from The Bengalese Tiger: A Story In East Bayl
a two part Pulp
by Timmy Walker
page 64 and on

"..I duck the swinging tree limbs and see stars when a foot connects with my temple and I go crashing through a door in the wall to my right. The air is full with dust and splinters. The sickening sound of Cameron's head being bashed into the pavement makes its wet way to where I am. I'm bleeding again, and this time there is too much red and too much pain and I cannot tell where the wounds are. In a room full of old city maps and time sheets, I try to stay focused and fight the suffocating dark of unconsciousness. Outside there is another thud and Cameron screams. Railroad departure listings, taxi routes, and a desk full of telephones fill out the small room. Blood or bile - I cannot discern which - fills my throat and mouth. Tears cloud my sight. Exerting all the effort I can muster, I pull a few limited license frags from my belt, arm them and toss the fuckers into the street.."

All The Sensationalism

flashback to toxic culture
by Advertiser
page 125 and 126


"..futurama. when is here, he'll be here. all said then all said. then there ye be. then ye be..."

Fools

proverbially speaking
letterpress
page 129 and 130


Lincoln's Home

a relativistic associative construction
by Turkyshoot
page 127 and 128


"..All that matters, for the course of a lesson. The listed, the listen, the listful sway--distracting me from learning myself-strictly.."

Rush Raid The Lemon Brigade

a carte blanche testimony
7 color silkscreen on mohawk superfine
by Makenzie Kessel and Wok the Wings
page 119


Card With It

describing the view
by inkorp
page 13


"..i was on a boat a nice white boat several floors the middle one had a table of muffins and fruit juices.."

The Forest For The Trees

a narrative
by Ken Scott
page 121


"...As I sat there, cold against the rough concrete wall, my pained eyes strained to show me hundreds of little legs blur by. I scanned up them saw their faces: stern, composed, just like mine. Above them my trees reaching so high but just straight up. The foreign midday sun revealed the horrible tops, no branches, just giant tombstones. My sight of them crumbled, lost focus as whatever she had sprayed me with burned away. Their combined weight seemed to come to rest on me as the last of my vision slipped to black..."
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INDEX

Working Journals
Belly Full of Bird Shot
The Buy Page
Tables of Content
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PORTION

..from Scientition's Intentions by Jan Dutkiewicz

The man, standing behind his desk, was clearly in the grips of the fourth stage of Triffenberg's syndrome. The twitchy hands, taut skin on the face, bloodless lips, the first signs of tumors on the forearms along the veins - a perfect specimen. The scientician knew it right away, but he let the man stand there on his uncertain, Triffenberg-afflicted legs for a while. You can't let them know that you know right way, after all. It takes away from your authority as a man of science.

"Follow me," commanded the scientician finally, rising from his leather chair. He led the dying man to one of the testing rooms through white, clinical halls that reeked of lemon-lime antiseptic. They had to stop on the way so that the dying man could rest, beads of cold sweat standing out of his translucent forehead.

That is one of the kind of stories you might find in the Belly Full! . -ed.

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