i bought three copies of the same zine and i don’t regret it

i fell into a morman twitter hole and ended up with three zines by mistake

so there i was, minding my own business on twitter, when i came across this morman artist's page. you know the type. the art's all like sweet grossness and suddenly you're four tabs deep and it's 2am. the artist's tweeting about crusty handjobs or whatever and i'm just there, mesmerized, caught in a web of grossness i didn't ask for.

anyway, time stopped. my brain's going you need to support this talented person (which i did not need to do but whatever). so i clicked through to their shop and here comes the part where i make a classic burt mistake. i buy THREE copies of the same print zine. yes. three.

it wasn’t until three days later when the shipping confirmation hit my inbox that i realized what i'd done. THREE IDENTICAL ZINES. by mistake. the choices i’d made in that moment are honestly chilling.

the existential crisis set in HARD. like what does this say about me? am i a collector now? why do i own THREE copies of this weird morman thing? is my entire personality now supporting art by mistake

the worst part is i kind of… enjoyed it? i mean, not the buying three copies part—that’s where the gore is—but the art itself. falling in love with someone’s creative vision is dangerous i’ve learned. that zine sits on my shelf and every time i look at it i think about how i made three copies on accident. that’s three copies of the same thing. by mistake

so yeah, the takeaway here is that falling head over heels for art is a slippery slope and i got three copies of the same zine to prove it. handle yourself out there, people. the art gods are watching and they will reward you with duplicates of things you didn't need. live dangerously