INIQUITY MAGAZINE ISSUE NO.1

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“the magazine that breaks all the rules”

INSIDE : THE CREEPIEST DESTINATIONSIN THE WORLD...

INFORMATION ON HOWARDMARKS AND HIS TOUR...

AND A FIRST HAND ACCOUNT OF APEYOTE FUELED LIVE DRAWING CLASS...

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CONTENTS

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PAGES 6 AND 7 : A PEYOTE FUELEDEXPERIENCE AT A LIVE DRAWING CLASS...

PAGE 4 AND 5 : THE WEIRDEST PLACESIN THE WORLD...

PAGE 3 : HOWARD MARKS ON TOUR...


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HOWARD Marks A.K.A Mr. Nice is em-barking on a tour around the UK in May.

Once described as “the most sophisticateddrug baron of all time”, the best selling au-thor will be taking his critically acclaimedone-man show on the road again this year.

The former drug kingpin, 67, who smug-gled at the peak of his career shipments ofcannabis as large as 30 tons and wasloosely affiliated with criminal organizationssuch as the IRA, the Italian Mafia as well

as intelligence agencies such as MI6and was even approached to sell $300,000worth of cannabis to the CIA in order forthem to fund the Mujahideen in the 1980’s.The show includes Mark’s views on poli-tics, legalization and stories from his timeas one of the biggest and most successfuldrug smugglers in the world.

More information and tickets are availableon his website :-http://www.howardmarks.name/

MR NICE GOES ON TOUR

Story by Greg Shearer. Pictured: Howard Marks


WE delve into the macabre and lurid placesfrom around the globe that inspire horror andrevulsion from their localities to bring you five ofthe weirdest places from around the world.

The Ghost City of Fengdu:-

Situated on the slopes of Ming Mountain, along theYangtze river, the Ghost City of Fengdu sits, built 2000years ago, the city was believed to be a link to the after-life where the dead will be tested three times and evilsouls will be tortured by demons including Yama(TheKing of Hell).

Within the city itself there are numerous icons and depic-tions of demons torturing people, massive statues loomout of the trees and to make matters worse the city wasbuilt near a graveyard and is now an island due to thebuilding of the Three Gorges Dam.

Isla de las Munecas :-

In 1950’s Mexico Don Julian Santana Barrera moved to asmall island on Teshulio lake after the death of his wife,some time soon after he moved into the isolated cabin onthe island he claimed he witnessed a young girl drowningin the lake and afterward began to collect dolls to hangup in his home and around the island as a sign of re-spect.

Barrera collected thousands of dolls from the lake’s trashpiles and what locals would give him and over time thedolls some of which are broken or disfigured have beendistorted by 50 years of weather and neglect (as seen onthe left).

In 2001, despite his attempt to appease the spirit, Barreradrowned, in the same lake he saw the girl drown yearsbefore.

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Story by Greg Shearer

A Demon Statue in Fengdu


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Aokigahara Forest:-

Also known as the Sea of Trees, the forest is the mostpopular place in Japan to commit suicide and second inthe world after the Golden Gate Bridge in San Franciscowith around 100 suicides a year.

Legend says that families would abandon people in theforest when there was not enough food to go around andtheir spirits still lurk between the trees.

Japanese spiritualists say that because of the forestsdark history that people are pulled to the area in order todie and that paranormal activity in the area preventssome who enters from leaving.

Pripyat :-

On April 26, 1986, an explosion occurred at Chernobyl’sfourth reactor meaning that the nearby city of Pripyat thathoused 44,000 people, some of whom worked at thepower plant had to be immediately evacuated whilst thethen Soviet government created an 18 mile exclusionzone surround the plant and city.

Schools with papers still lying on desks, whole apart-ments fully furnished and a rusty fairground all stand de-void of life and few animals can bee seen, birds avoid thearea due to the radiation, silence permeates the wholecity.

Visitors can pay up to £65 for a tour of the abadoned cityand where the only life that can be found is depictedthrough graffiti, painted by those who are brave enoughto run the risk of exposure to radiation for the sake ofwandering through the ghost town unguided.

The city is made eerier as after years of neglect andabandonment the forests around Pripyat have began toencroach deep within the city itself, silence, deep foliageand a dread sense of isolation is all there is left to be hadwithin the once bustling urban sprawl.

Overtoun Bridge:-

In Dumbarton, Scotland stands the Overtoun Bridgewhich since the 1960’s has attracted then claimed thelives of countless dogs when they are compelled to leapto their deaths.

The death toll now sits at an estimated 600 canine fatali-ties and despite intervention from The Scottish Society forthe Prevention of Cruelty to Animals nobody knows forsure why the dogs continue to throw themselves off thebridge.

Stranger still, people have reported seeing dogs climbonto the parapet, look down and then leap as well asseeing dogs fail their first attempt only to limp back up

and throw themselves off again.

And so we have come to the end of our journey throughthe most terrifying and creepiest destinations from aroundthe globe.

So remember the next time you complain about thedreadful holiday you went on to a Pontins caravan withyour extended family, things could be worse, you couldfind yourself trapped in one of the horrifying localesincluded in INIQUITY’S FIVE CREEPIEST PLACES INTHE WORLD.

Pictured: A human skull lying in Aokigahara Forest

Pictured: Overtoun Bridge

Pictured: Dodgems lie dormant within Pripyat


LIFE affirming experiences are few andfar between, but when you have oneyour entire perspective changes and Irecommend that everyone tries anddoes their best to enjoy at least once intheir lives.

It had been an expensive month and Iwas broke, my work pays very little as itis but with a trip to Rome having justbeen paid for, my wallet was housingnothing but bank statements serving toremind me that my bank balance stoodat £0.00, so in order to fund my varioushabits I signed up to a live drawingclass.

How hard could it be? Whip off yourclothes and stand still in some ambigu-ous pose whilst some art students ad-mired my glorious lack of anythingworth drawing. And yet as the night inquestion grew steadily closer my re-solve began to weaken, my calm apa-thy replaced by dark imaginings of aclass of classical Greek sculptureslaughing at my pitiful physique or mydeepest dread, that when the presum-ably mixed class of male and femalesbegan to paint, I’d get excited andthey’d need to paint an exquisite pieceof art complete with a humorous erec-tion.

I sat explaining my fears to a friendmere hours before I was scheduled towear my birthday suit in a room full ofstrangers as he attempted to assure methat nerves get the better of everyoneonce in a while and that everythingwould go swimmingly.

I’m pretty sure that in the next half hourI called him a liar several times, beggedhim to go in my place, begged him tophone the organiser pretending to bemy father to say I was ill, anything toget me out of the situation.

He sat for a moment and then a smile litup his face, an idea that would surelysave my oily hide.

“We’ve got that Peyote, why don’t youtake some of that and go?” I looked athim incredulously for a minute or two,then explained what a ridiculous ideathat was, how I’d go on some kind ofdream vision quest to bring balance tothe elements or find my animal spiritguide during something that requiresme to not only stand still but requiresme to be naked whilst standing still.

We argued for a while but as timewaned, his idea began to look betterand better in my fear addled mind soeventually I relented and we began toprepare the cactus buttons and decidedupon a 10 button dosage for each of us,10 for me to conquer my fears andhopefully make standing still for severalhours somewhat more interesting and10 for him because “Dune” was onFilm4 that night and he wasn’t doingmuch else.

I sat on the train alone speeding towardwhat could very well be the most em-barrassing night of my life, the Peyotesitting in my stomach had yet to haveany effect and paranoia had led me tophone my friend several times to ac-cuse him of feeding me “regular cactus”just to get me out of his hair, each timehe told me to calm down, be patientand enjoy the trip when it came, heeventually had to turn his phone off tosilence my accusations of betrayal.

Walking toward the pub where the classwas being held, terror had set in as mymind told me that every person walkingin the same direction as me was in facton their way to watch me bare my bodyto these students brushes, every crowdof people had congregated to gawk atme as I made what increasingly felt likea walk of shame toward my strip tease,their eyes undressing me before the ac-tual undressing.

I looked down and a small purple corgiwas following me, “Come to laugh atme too have you?” I said in a voice thatwas not my own, unnaturally deep and

smooth, echoing and reverberating outin the open air of a Glasgow street.I stopped and looked around to ascer-tain where the voice had come from.“Weird” it said at the same time as I did.I looked back to the purple corgi, itstood looking back at me and yapped,it’s eyes full of warmth and happinessand then I understood the Peyote hadkicked in.

I walked with the corgi following at myside, occasionally glancing down to seehis little paws trotting along the pave-ment, he’d sometimes stop and sniffsomething or look up at me and yaphappily.

The street was devoid of “people” now,Dracula and the other Universal moviemonsters stood in a group outside a barwhich seemed to be on fire inside butno one seemed to mind, Robocopwalked past with a Teksta robot dog ona leash, Humphrey Bogart sat smokinga cigar on a bench in monochromewhilst Judy Garland and the cast of theWizard of Oz skipped by in spectacularTechnicolor.

Finally I reached the pub where thedrawing class was being held, I drinkthere regularly but this time the exteriorhad changed to something akin to Cas-tle Greyskull, I entered and then “thetransition” hit.

For the uninitiated, “the transition” oc-curs when a person under the influenceof psychedelics has to make the transi-tion from one space to another, i.e. fromoutside to indoors, the effects of thepsychedelic during the transition be-come more pronounced and surrealwhilst the persons mind adjusts to thetransition.

I entered the pub, the corgi followingclose behind and looked around, IronButterfly’s “In A Gadda Da Vida” beganto play, although there was no jukebox,the patrons sitting drinking were allcharacters from films and television.

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Eddy and Rick from Bottom satin a booth in the corner, most ofthe cast of Cheers were sitting atthe bar along with Niles andFrasier.

Snake, from John CarpentersEscape from New York strode upto me, “You must be Greg?” hegrowled, I nodded to the affirma-tive and he gestured toward adoor at the other side of the bar,“It’s just through there.”

I was shown to a curtained off areawithin a large room with what I per-ceived as a sacrificial altar in the mid-dle, sitting in a ring around the altarwere various fictional and non fictionalcharacters, William Wallace, Roy Battyfrom Bladerunner, Courtney Love andAren Sun from Farscape.

I undressed whilst the corgi yapped hisapproval, I told him to be quiet, “In AGadda Da Vidda” was apparently play-ing on a loop in my mind as loudly as itwould be if I had headphones on, Ilooked at my body in the mirror as anaked Zulu warrior waved back at me,I strode out and took my place on thealtar, the corgi yapped from the foot ofthe podium then began to run excitedlyaround the room.

3 hours passed in a blur of fantasy andwonder, I saw sights that made myheart want to burst with overwhelmingjoy, I stood as a piece of marble, thestudents shooting laser beams fromtheir gazes, carving me into a work ofart,

I stood unmoving as the worldchanged around me, the pub fell awayafter a years of decay and neglect toreveal a field with a single bull in it,years passed in seconds, the bull grewold, died and rotted until only it’s skele-ton remained, suddenly lifetimes werepassing in moments, the field had be-

come a desert and the wind blowingthe sand slowly eroded the skeletoninto dust, all the while the ring of peo-ple around me sat continuing to drawand paint my marble form, “In A GaddaDa Vidda” booming from nowhere inparticular and the purple corgi yappingalong happily.

The Aurora Borealis flashed above myhead slowly morphing into the Androm-eda Galaxy and my marble skinchanged along with it into shinning sil-ver, the podium became a silver surf-board and I took off exploring theconstellations, the corgi sitting on theedge of the board as we spent millen-nia together in an ever warping cos-mos.

We returned to the podium and Snakegrowled that time was up, I walkedback behind the curtain and dressed, Ilooked in the mirror my flawless silverbody looked foolish covered by clothesbut I knew somewhere in my mind thatthey were necessary.

Snake thanked me profusely, hiswords sounding strange coming fromthe half whisper, half snarl that was hisvoice. He handed me several pieces ofpaper, a glanced revealed them asnotes, £60 for 3 hours work.

I walked through to the bar, the corgifollowing me closely, the cast of

Cheers had been replacedwith normal people, the boothin the corner now held twoolder men rather than RikMayall and Ade Edmondsonand out into the street.

People walked past, unable tocomprehend the journey I hadbeen on, their own questionsand worries preoccupyingthem from the small purplecorgi at my side, wagging histail and yapping at them asthey strolled too close.

He turned to me and yapped, I kneltdown and scratched behind his earand he licked my face, there weretears in my eyes as he turned andbegan to walk in the opposite directionfrom me his little purple paws trottingas he went.

Tears streaming down my face, Ibegan to walk when I heard a yap andturned, he stood at the top of the streetsmiling with his tailing wagging, heyapped again consoling me, we’d seeeach other again he assured me, thenhe disappeared into the night and I re-turned home.I earned sixty pounds for three hoursof work, standing nude in a room full ofstudents, but for me it was one of themost life affirming experiences of mylife and though people may say what Iexperienced wasn’t “real”, it was realto me.

I saw wonders, felt emotions unknownto the average person, expanded mymind beyond barriers of sobriety andnormality and made a friend who tothis day I still miss, all thanks to a lifedrawing class and ten buttons of pey-ote.

ART & PEYOTE INLIVE DRAWING STORY BY

GREGSHEARER

Pictured : Peyote Cactus

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