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An Obligatory Message from the Editor

Well, after a few (or not so few) harsh words and threats of firing everyone the presses seem to be up and running. As god is my witness, the first Last Word Press edition of the Principia Discordia should be printed and bound in about three weeks. That good-for-nothing tech wizard of ours should have the website fine tuned. Our bookbinder is still in the wilds of...wherever it is. The assistant editor is breathing down our collective necks. El Goonie has disappeared again. The cat is hungry. Time is late. Sleep, must sleep. NO! No sleep for the wicked.

The Radical Sticker Project

We've been slowly gathering images of iconic, radical poets and malcontents for some time now, and would like to announce the birth of the Radical Sticker Project (RSP). Some of the iconic figures you might find affixed to surfaces near you include Charles Bukowski, Allen Ginsburg, William S. Burroughs, not to mention Hunter Thompson and a gaggle of your favorite radical writers. We will also soon be introducing stickers of Angela Davis, Emma Goldman, Che Guevara, Malcolm X and other socio-political, radical activists who fought the good fight and never lost hope for a better world.

For the moment, the best place to purchase stickers is at Last Word Books located in beautiful downtown Olympia, WA. But you might also check out our eBay page if you don't live in the vicinity. Follow link here:

 If you have any suggestions for stickers or comments on our choices let us know. Also, if you just want to email us and buy stickers, we'll gladly oblige you.

Another Damn Day in the Trenches

It's another month and we're still treading water with the vim and vigor of a dead rat. All the naysayers and malcontents hiding in the cave of our thoughts tell us we're behind schedule, but we like to think of it as a necessary delay. As we slowly gather resources and knowledge of the intricacies of publishing in the modern age, we move another step closer to completing our long overdue Principia Discordia project.

Just when we thought we had everything done and set to go to press, that freakin' editor decided to alter the layout on us.

"This should help us keep our asses out of the fire for a little while" he says to us one afternoon. We all look at him with thinly disguised contempt. Here we go again.

"No good perfectionist son-of-a-bitch" someone mutters under their breath.

"What was that?!" thundered the Editor. We all looked at the floor for a while as his gaze shifted over each of us, lingering longer than comfort allows.

After a few pointless attempts to negotiate a ceasefire the EIC (editor-in-chief) threatened to fire us all and start over with monkeys. While his threats seemed hollow, we couldn't be sure. We blinked. He laughed.

"Back to the drawing boards, monkeys!" he shouted and left, slamming the door behind him.

So, we started over and are once again nearing completion. For the love of god, someone save us. We need better jobs, more pay. Anything is better than working for that evil man. All he cares about is the sound of the presses rolling and the smell of ink.