Issue 13

Publisher January 5, 2005

Deek Magazine
popular underculture

Publisher:
Nova Keenan

Chief:
Matt Stroud

Nonsense management:
Nate Bog(os/uszewski)

Design overlord:
Doug Crissman

Concept impresario:
Houston McIntyre

Minister of Propaganda:
Benjamin A. Edwards

Master:
Jesse Hicks

Artists of submission:
Ed Piskor

Writers of submission:
Various Aliases, Zelda Getz, Dr. G, Sam Hamilton, Michael Lapinski, Whitey McGee, Ben’s Dear Mum, Christopher D. Salyers

Models:
Sarah Presogna (cover), Miss Maulie Keebler (ribbons)

Interns:
Ali Nicholson

No apologies.

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This time, everyone’s real.

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