Saturday, April 18, 2015
Letters to the Editor Issue 5
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Issue #4 Back Issues/ Classifieds
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Note to Wendy
By Begly
Every time I think of you, I go biggie
Every time I unwrap my hamburger, I go biggie
Every time I see your picture in my cup, I go biggie
Every time I slide a fry out of the box, I go biggie
Every time I see your father on TV, I go biggie
You ever have one of those days where you feel drunk even though you have not had any alcohol? this was one of those days. It was Begly, JC and me at Wendy's and for some reason we thought that poem was the funniest thing ever. I remember part of what made it so funny was that we intended to put the card in the suggestion box. But I had the card to xerox for the zine so I guess we never did. Maybe we wrote two of them? I remember being very exited about the staff reading this later,so I can't believe we walked away without doing it. I am sure however that we were too damn lazy to bring it back after I copied it, so I know that's not an option.
Another thing I remember about that day: JC's hamburger had too many pickles. Like 6 or 8. Something like that. None of us liked pickles so we wrapped them all in a napkin and took them to the mall and gave it to a friend of ours that was working that day. He was confused and refused to eat them.
Anyway, the point is somewhere there is a group of people who worked at a Wendy's in Miami who one day (possibly) found a strange note in their suggestion box (if we did make a copy) and they were mildly amused by it (because anything that breaks the monotony of working a minimum wage job is amusing at the time) and it would be super cool if one of them was reading this right now.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Begly and the Essay
Curse the treacherous fiend
Who has imposed
The nightmarish hell
Upon the innocent Begly
700 words?
What does he think she is?
A dictionary?
An encyclopedia?
Interested?
For thirty days and thirty nights
She has toiled in this endeavor
For thirty days and thirty nights
She has come up with nothing
Help from her friends was not enough
Only a couple hundred words
Before their interest fades
Leaving Begly all alone with her torture
Woe is Begly
And her evil homework
Will her misfortunes ever end?
I guess the essay was for art class, which is kinda sad cuz if there is one subject that was made for bullshit, it is art class. This makes it a lot easier than those "fact" based classes such as History and Math where the teacher is looking for one specific answer.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Begly Don’t Want Poems
By Aralis and Patty
Begly don’t want poems
That have her name
Begly don’t want poems
She doesn’t want the fame
Begly don’t want poems
About the way she dance
Begly don’t want poems
About her romance
Begly don’t want poems
About long distance flings
Begly don’t want poems
About Ernie’s things
Begly don’t want poems
Of how boys she likes are gay
Begly don’t want poems
Tomorrow or today
I think this one was an actual good one. It kinda rhymes and it had some sort of rhythm going. Anyway, Begly should have known better than to tell us to stop writing poems about her.
I have no idea why I drew a plasma ball as the accompanying illustration. They're just cool, I guess.
Monday, August 30, 2010
All About Begly
This was our first reader profile. It's also the questionnaire that spawned the game that eventually led to this. A lot of the questions were ripped off from Smash Hits magazine which was a magazine that I guess asked a lot of inane questions to celebrities. I think somewhere there there must be even more trivia questions about Begly because I eventually made a game board about it and we would actually play it. I remember one time sitting at TGIF's playing All About Begly and Begly wasn't even there.
Name: Begly
Date of birth/age:
(18)
Place of birth:
Venezuela
Eye color:
Brown
Hair color:
Brown
Nickname(s):
Becky, Bagel,Trompo
As far as I know, Monica was the only person who ever called her Trompo.
Fave insect:
Butterfly
Fave flower:
Tulip
What’s in your pocket/purse?
Nothing
Do you prefer baths or showers?
Showers
Can you fix a flat?
No
Underwear preference?
Hanes her way/ cotton
Dream TV show appearance?
Seinfeld
Lucky clothes:
Jeans and t-shirt
Fave color:
Red
Fave salad dressing:
Ranch
Last book read:
Disappearing Act by Terry McMillan
What mayor drugs do you take?
None
Fave vice:
I don’t have one
Dream holiday:
The Islands

Monday, August 9, 2010
Love is Blind
Poor misguided girl
Can’t you see that boy on his lap?
Can’t you see that rainbow on his cap?
Naïve little girl
Don’t you see the way he flames?
He’s not playing games
He’s just not interested
Don’t take it personally, it’s not you
His daisy dukes, black boots and white
T-shirt should be a clue
Can’t you hear Streisand playing?
Much to your dismay
You must admit he’s gay.
Every time I see a poem by me and Patty, I automatically assume we wrote it about Begly, and we probably did. I certainly remember teasing her about the availability of some boy or other that she liked, but the truth is we were all there at some point when we were young and had yet to develop gaydar. Those damn gay boys can be pretty dazzling with their prettiness.

Sunday, June 20, 2010
Classifieds
Of course, nobody ever contacted us to order any of these things, but maybe we just didn't have a broad enough audience. Which brings me to my new hobby. I'm thinking of posting some of these on Craigslist and to what kind of responses we get and post them here. So stay tuned for that!
Come to Begly
Personalized erotic poetry wanted. Write to me. Tell me how much you want me and what you will do to me…
Contact Begly
(address deleted)
Miami, Fl
Don’t forget the KamaSutra oil of love.
The first insane thing about this is that Begly posted her actual real address. The second crazy thing is that we let her. We weren't even being bitches about it, we were honestly that innocent back then. Now all I can think about is how glad I am so pervert didn't show up at her house and show her in person what he wanted to do with her.
Do you suck or what?
Are you constantly wondering if your band is good enough to make it? Do you not believe your friends when they say they really like your new song? Do you just not trust anyone?
Then just send a demo to Patty.
I’ll really tell you if you suck or not. I won’t mind. I’ll enjoy it. I’m a bitch in the music business.
(address deleted)
Miami, Fl
I think this one has the most potential from illiciting responses from people who actually get the joke.
My personal supernatural experiences
For your very own! Free copy!
Please send $2 for shipping and handling to “it’s my story”
(address deleted)
Miami, Fl
This one is Nancy's. She used to have a ghost at her old place. I keep forgetting to ask her if it's still around.
True story:
One night we were hanging out at her place and all of a sudden the dogs start barking at an empty corner of the room and then the baby (who is 20 now, OMG) crawled to where the dogs were and was staring at that corner too. I wish I could say the walls started bleeding or something, but nothing really happened. It was freaky at the time though.
Do you have body piercing stories to tell?
Then write to Jenna
(address deleted)
Miami, Fl
This was back before we realized this is every single piercing story ever:
I had something that was not pierced. I pierced it. It got infected. It got better.
It’s a lesbian thang!
Necklaces, pendants, t-shirts, stationery, etc.
Free catalogue!
Just send SASE to
(address deleted)
Miami, Fl
There never was any catalog, so I guess it's a good thing nobody ever sent out for one.
Suggestions to Lord Weird
(address deleted)
England
God cannot contain the filth that plagues his realm. Steal it for the pages of the chaos engine and commit your darkness to the parchment, in blood
This one was one of those rare ones from someone who was actually serious about it. Lord Weird was someone else who had their own zine and agreed exchange ads.
Never eat another cow again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Send $1 for tofu recipes to
Tofu Recipes
(address deleted)
Miami, Fl
Who would have thought back then Monica would actually grow up to be a chef?

Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Come to Begly

By: ???
Come to Begly
You won’t regret it
Come to Begly
You won’t forget it
Come to Begly
I don’t bite
Come to Begly
Or maybe I might
Come to Begly
I’m not a tease
Come to Begly
I promise to pleaseSee what I mean? we didn't sign it, but I'm sure it was us. I don't know why we were so obsessed with Begly. I think it's because it annoyed her. People should really know better than to tell me not to do something.
Here is the original version of the fabulous illustration I made to go with the Poem. Not really sure why I chose to portray Begly as Medusa, but it is quite enchanting. She also seems to be a vampire. And have three nostrils.

Mystery Poem
Untitled
By: I honestly don’t remember
Come to me
You delicious piece
Of manhood
My big beautiful
Black stallion
Let me ride you
Off into the sunset
I will ride you bareback
I will ride you hard
I will ride you like
You have never been ridden
Before.
Apparently nobody wanted to take credit for this one, even back then. I have a suspicion it was either Begly, or Patty and I pretending to be Begly. I have been looking over all the poems and Begly seems to have been a big source of inspiration for Patty and me.
Here is the original from the zine
