REAL  PULP

Publisher Creed

The question rises inevitably. Does this country really need another magazine? Isn’t there already a wretched excess of printed matter o the market, boggling peoples’ minds, jerking their heart strings, turning their stomachs, blocking their bowels, and making their pricks stand at attention?! Not to mention the superfluity of material wafting along the airwave, polluting the atmosphere with poisonous rays and errant nonsense!  Is another assault on the media-besotted brains of our good citizens really called for?! And a fiction magazine yet! The answer, of course, is a resounding NO!! People don’t read anymore anyway! The poor dumb bastards don’t even know how to read! Give them “People”! Give them TV! Give them CB radios and microwave ovens! Dump it on them till all their hair falls out and they mutate into biotic mold cultures! What do we care! Not a whole lot, I’ll tell you what! We’re in this thing strictly for laughs, with nothing to proclaim but our baldfaced bad intentions!!

Real Pulp

 Number One,  Fall 1977

Contents:

Used Ones by Jim Locker

Mannikin Mania by Joe Gerena

Three Degrees by Wilbur Force

Morons on Hormones by Kevin Bartelme

The Creeps by Bruce Linker

Miniskirted Zombies from Mars by       Michael Kalmen

Murder Is a Drag by Michael Steinberg

Hard Knocks in Nothingtown by Hal Croves

©️ 1977 by Do City Productions. 

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