Tosspot magazine: 2 free pages



Tosspot Magazine

Here we have 2 free pages from the 1st issue of the INK Ltd magazine 'Tosspot'.

The magazine will be available on a monthly basis, and will only be available via subscription from our website.

The above image is in fact 2 internal pages from Tosspot magazine and is A4 in size. When part of the magazine each image will become A5 in size as they are individual pages from the magazine.

Tosspot is about splicing together many different types of magazines in a kaleidoscopic manner to turn the originals into a fractured mix up of themselves.

To subscribe to this and many other weird, humorous, ludicrous, and highly imaginative creative outputs go to www.instantnowhere.moonfruit.com


By Heston Quiff

Red mucous membranes

Red mucous membranes with the heavy sweet sweat of red mucous and limp nausea on colliding with silver hair flying torrid seven Tuesdays substance clinging cling clinging substance substance torrential rain engulf sycamore rangers astride large metal camels equipped with rubber wands and severed heads and eyes gouged yet tasty carrying carriers encasing encasing clinging cling a ling clinging substance on tightrope rolling on  thick cock cloud of zinc zebra bottled in schlock horror tastic horror ovens all gilded with cotton context and contacts sprawling limp cobra Verde venom with wet flippers a flip flip flipping to a slow rumble Tuesdays rambling over red mucous and red and mucous membranes membranes alive and well in tangled hell fire snot brigade with herds full to bursting with red and tasty astronaut in van dango queen crown all flatulent in gravy boat disaster as a cloud kicked up by stampeding horses uncovers the true extent of life's red mucous mucous red and mucous sting and flashy red mucous membranes


Derek sighed gently
As he slowly pissed his pants
It was great to feel free
To feel liberated
To feel free from restrictions
And to feel free from the endless yawn of catatonia
Derek sighed once more
Pulled his soaking wet pants down
Then farted violently
In the direction of his aquarium
And in the direction of his pet octopus
The seismic flatulence startled Derek's octopus
Causing it to spray ink from out of the aquarium
And directly into Derek's smiling face
Just like it always did
Day
After day
After day


The above cut-up writing was dissected, and rearranged during the summer of 2002.

The entire piece that this particular cut-up has been taken from is considerably longer than what you see above, but is far more surreal as opposed to repetitious, angular, and surreal.

At the foot of the page is a section from a comic strip that I have written many episodes for called 'Derek and the Octopus', and it has been my good fortune to have met up with a great illustrator called Charlie Cornflake who has very kindly put images to my story boards, of which they will all soon be available on INK Ltd's website.


Written by Spartacus Mole

Multiple Hilda

My old multiple Hilda tended to her rusty robot chickens by dowsing them in leg irons and starting a riot which at 2.30am on a Sunday morning was fairly extreme as most people especially Betty turban always washed her robot chickens in thistles first rendering them like pissed and lethal to the extent of allowing all of the wealth of Bolivia to emanate from their torrid little cyber bellies which choked them to a giddy ole state of not knowing who had feathered them or who had just lamped them straight across the kisser putting them into a hole of soil and woeful discontent the likes of which has not been seen since Armand Von Kelp chose his bride by Otter wrestling ten king size Otters in the space of four days way back in the canyons of black sugarsville 1966


As the fragments of glass scattered  across the floor
Like tiny pieces of ice discomfort
A frail faced boy slowly appeared at the jagged hole in the window

There was a pause..

The T.V. blared out at full volume a repeat of Worzel Gummidge into the room
Seismic flatulence trumped out in F sharp minor
Then stirring from out of the cloud of yellow arse gas
Worzel Gummidge noise box blarings
And broken glass scatterings
Stood up a delicate figure of a woman
Dressed in a veil of nothingness
And holding something red and round in her pale petite hand

"Is this your cricket ball" She said softly

The frail faced boy looked nervously and said "Yes it is..sorry about your window..can I have my ball back please"

There was a lengthy pause...

The woman lit a cigarette and puffed seductively

Smiled gently

Then in a flash threw the ball square at the frail boys face
CRACK!!!
The impact knocked the boys eyes out of his head and into a small rose bush in the garden

There was a final pause

Cigarette smoke filled the room acrid and grey
The delicate woman
Dressed in a veil of nothingness
Slowly sat back down in her favourite chair
Scratched her bare arse briefly
Trumped loudly in E flat Major
And continued to watch the repeat of Worzel Gummidge
At an extreme ear splitting volume


This mix of cut-up and surreal prose goes back to early 1999.

It was created in much the same way as my other cut-up writings, but with a more subtle approach ready for the surrealist prose at the end.

By Spartacus Mole

Kung Fu poodles dressed in blue raincoats

It all makes perfect sense

This piece of cut-up writing was constructed on a New York type writer much in the same way as the previous pieces I have posted.

This time however I have overlayed two pieces of the same cut-up writing so the join can be seen before it is re-typed to it's finished state (Nothing is ever really finished).

The picture was again Arnie Canoe's idea and apparently it is of an American Gameshow host from the 60's (Not sure who). The picture seemed to go well with the piece as it look's like he is saying something about the writing he is standing in front of.

The lower piece of cut-up writing with the picture is the original piece, and only the top section is to be re-typed again. When this is done it will then be overlayed with the bottom section that includes the picture to create something entirely different.


Written by Spartacus Mole

Image by Arnie Canoe



Mr Mutton is not for sale

Abstract Cut-up word art 1

The above piece of cut-up was constructed on an old New York type writer after dissecting a previous piece of writing a number of times until it finally ended up as the piece you see above.

The stuck on picture of the shoe was a good friend of mine Arnie Canoe's idea.

He felt it would enable the reader to engage even more with the piece by trying to work out/or indeed make up the text obscured by the shoe.

What this meant was that the piece could always be changing, as it would be down to the reader how the piece is finally able to be read, and not the writer.

By Spartacus Mole and Arnie Canoe

Abstract art squit

Abstract Art 8

This piece of abstract art was created to try and reflect the intertwining layers of reality and subsequent routes between the many different dimensional layers that exist around, beneath, and in between our 'Nuts and bolts' level of reality that we are told we exist in un-attached to anything else in a kind of 'Molecular solitude'.

The colours I have used are to try and create the feeling of different layers of dimensional light that exist alongside each other, and the darker lines are the more solid routes of light, or pathways of light that connect between individual dimensions.

In a way everything is connected, even though at first it may not be visible, tangible, or in any way clear as to the possible connection. But regardless of the seemingly un-related nature of existence, what is clear is that threading everything together, through the layers of dimensional light and reality, through the physical 'Nuts and bolts' layer of reality we believe to be the only one we are a part of, is an unseen energy that binds us together with an infinite level of energy.

I believe that this infinite level of energy that links us together like an outstretched hand can be summed up in one word: Consciousness.

The greater the level of consciousness, the closer we will move to understanding what it is that makes us what we truly are.

Art of all mediums are about the quest for enlightenment.

When we are enlightened we become far more conscious of not only ourselves and other people, but our surroundings and what our true goals are in life.

When I create abstract pieces of art I feel like I am on an unplanned journey with no clue as to where I am going, or if there actually is an end destination to the journey. In some ways the journey has already been taken. In other ways we have reached the end destination but have failed even to notice.


By Heston Quiff

Monkeydom and martyrdom

Faces drawn on toadstools eyes hang out of Cindy's wardrobe
Gloves burn loosely over cars blown out by eyelash syndrome
Murderers drip girders weave your fish to golden ginger
Torrid romps in car park flesh fuck sister wont ya kiss her

Monkeydom and martyrdom
Monkeydom and martyrdom
Look at what you've gone and done
Monkeydom and martyrdom

Teasing flasher krypto did four rollers with brown tip toe
Hats pissed out of doorways cry for mummy's begging blister
Anal lovers shout as Arnold's train track flips to hit her
Wild and wacky virgin slept in pot with ice and dish dirt

Monkeydom and martyrdom
Monkeydom and martyrdom
Look at what you've gone and done
Monkeydom and martyrdom

Just look
At the state
That you have made
Of my posh turncoat
Just look
At the state
That it's in

Your monkeydom
And martyrdom
For all that it is worth
Has left me
In a
Terrible
Spin

Monkeydom and martyrdom
Monkeydom and martyrdom
Look at what you've gone and done
Monkeydom and martyrdom


This song was written using cut-up words and also the role of a dice to decide the order of certain word placement.

The rhythmic feel to the verse sections was already decided, again by the role of a dice, and once the words had been chosen they were put in place to create this song structure.

All words had already been typed out, it was just a matter of rolling the dice to let fate decide how the song was constructed.

By Spartacus Mole

People don't grow

The self invested distortion

This collage distorted face is representative of the way people can change when money is entered into the equation in our everyday lives.

The slightly obscured text gives you part of a sentence leaving the person viewing the image to decide how they interpret the meaning of the sections of incomplete text, or weather or not they need to add to the missing text to form a different meaning altogether.

By Arnie Canoe

Abstract art squit

Abstract 7

Here we have another abstract piece of artwork from the bowels of INK house studios.

The piece was created after spotting some really interesting and random graffiti on a wall in Cairo last summer.

All of the colours had bleached in the searing Egyptian sun giving the piece of graffiti in places a watered down look to it.

There was no form to the piece of graffiti from an academic point of view, but it was clear that in other ways the person who created the piece of graffiti had a great eye for the abstract form.

Either way to find a piece of abstract graffiti on a wall in Cairo was very odd, and also really interesting as it proves that no matter where you are in the world, there will always be somebody creating a piece of art.

The piece of abstract artwork that I have created is again postcard sized, and I have used coloured marker pens mainly, as well as a few coloured fine line pens for depth.

                                                                                                                  By Heston Quiff

Luxury is?

Collage 3

This collage splits the world of luxury into pieces for the pointless, superficial indulgence that it is.

Cemented amongst the fragments of luxury, expense, and name brands are images that show how luxurious lifestyles seem to sit comfortably amongst the poverty of the world without even batting an eye lid.

It is almost as if the super indulgent, self obsessed, Capitalist ideals have rendered the whole world blind to the actual existence of poverty itself.

Capitalism has created a self-centred monster, unable to see the true horror of it's obscene nature and greed filled ways.

                                                                                                              By Heston Quiff

Toast and Marmalade

Tears slowly rolled down the cheeks of the fat boys arse as he contemplates what life could be like with no face and a wagon full of toast and marmalade freshly spread by the nimble hands of two sultry and fine slender black virgins scantily clad in see-through sequin shell suits and wearing dirty rain caps yet hunchbacked due to the ever burdening demands of the fat boys endless appetite for more toast and marmalade which has destroyed all but one of the last layers of the Bolivian rainforest left to man yet has been unable to gouge silk moth chrysalis from out of the dainty ballerina serpentine clip clip clippers soft hands and as you can imagine this is something the greedy fat toast and marmalade oaf finds too much for his sorry lard soul to bare

You can find him
Rolling around
Like a beached whale
In the summertime
In the rain

And you can find him
Completely naked
Like a huge translucent jelly
In the summertime
In the rain

But when it is wintertime
With the icy showers bold
You will find him
Cowering in the corner
Of his bedroom
Sunken and cold

This piece of abstract cut-up also has a short poem attached at the end.

The poem was written in 2005, and the abstract cut-up was created not long after this.

Even though both pieces were created separately from each other when put together they seem to work quite nicely to balance up the complete piece.

                                                                                                        By Spartacus Mole

Abstract art squit

Abstract triptych: Part 3

And finally here is part 3 of my abstract triptych.

When all three are put together I hope that I have in some way been able to convey through this abstract triptych a sense of the freedom, rawness, and at times beauty that graffiti brings to the art world. 

                                                                                                           By Heston Quiff

Abstract art squit

Abstract triptych: Part 2

Here we have part 2 of my abstract triptych.


                                                                                                             By Heston Quiff

Abstract art squit

Abstract triptych: Part 1

This abstract piece of artwork is actually the first section, looking from left to right, of an abstract triptych that I have created.

I was unable to upload all three pieces together as I would have prefered, so I will post each part of the triptych individualy starting with part 1.

This triptych has been created using an assortment of coloured marker pens of varying thickness, as well as pencil, and fineline pens.

The reason I created this triptych was purely as a result of watching an amazing documentary on New york graffiti artists. The artistic abilities of the graffiti artists were incredible and I feel that graffiti as an art form is still massively underated.

My main goal was to try and create the mix of colours, as well as the feel of a spray can being used in a primitive, yet seriously creative way on a random piece of wall.

All pieces of the triptych are postcard sized, and were created on one large piece of plain card before being cut down to their individual sizes.

                           
                                                                                                         By Heston Quiff        

The Armoured Arsehole

The armoured arsehole gunned down ten rows of soiled pants as it trundled through piles and piles of piles littering the floor with a wanton disregard for cleanliness and hygiene as it went onwards eyes clacking like gun dog scrotum slapping crying buckets as it neared ceramic relief on large doses of carbon misery befell its sorry arse all metal clunk leaving the armoured arsehole rusty like weasels murdered all red in large pools of gooey shitty blood slowly congealing over the blue carpet awaiting loin cloth skiddies aimed with fruit flan vigour vigour vigourish in toon pastry run rabbit to thinners and tunnels laced with the razor pond scapula in lemon souffle in a gondola pissed and being furiously sucked off she ran bras rolling with hot fingers then flashing back to reveal skulking shapes in the distance which when viewed with neon binoculars shows the harsh and translucent shape of a large rusty armoured arsehole trundling slowly through a vomit napalm web of insular and cellular decrepidness

What a brave man he was
General iron lung
Fighting for his country
Murdering all who stood in his way

He could nuke a village before breakfast
And still have time for tea
Dropping napalm made him hard
Something his wife could never achieve

What a brave man he was
General iron lung
What a brave man he was
General iron lung
What a brave man he was
General iron lung
What a brave man he was
General iron lung


This abstract cut-up consists of 2 pieces of prose, and a section from a song I have written all of which were created in summer 1999.

One of the pieces of prose that was used for this particular abstract cut-up has already been used in a previous abstract cut-up, hence the familiar repetition of certain phrases within the piece.

                                                                                                             By Spartacus Mole