Yerba Buena, 2011: Good Nico, Bad Nico, Professional Devil Hunter Nico, Fake Hoe Nico, Ivory Sun Nico

“But I made myself up. I did it on purpose. I was a thing. And then I was another thing. And another and another. And then I was me. A lot of it was an accident but a lot of it was on purpose. ‘I will be this and not that’ that sort of thing. Because of course right?”

“No, no, I get that too! Haha, it feels so weird. It’s hard. I feel like I must be crazy, so, thanks. I know that feeling, like you wish you could be ice cold and mean, warm and sweet and The Burning Ray Of Light And Air That Sunders Our Enemies And Clears Us The Way. Doesn’t everyone? But when you’re lukewarm it feels like everyone will just spit you out.”

“I kinda just fell into it, I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone? It’s just impossible and I dunno I’m just lucky. I take a lot of selfies and like ten percent of that attention translates into people listening to me? Haha finding a cool pose with a dead devil is kinda morbid and fun so I like it even though I’m fake and a hoe.”

“Um this is terrible but It feels so good to know there’s this ambient longing directed at you? It’s like people’s glances or thirst favs or the way they look at you more than listen to what you say. It’s like having that feeling follow you all the time because venus is just crazy about you. Attention feels good even when you know it’s totally not honest.”

“The devils are so much weaker than us. I can stop it whenever I want.”


Aevee Bee

Aevee Bee is a flannel vaporwave queer and the editor of ZEAL, an online micro zine with cool art and games coverage of overlooked games from exciting new writers and artists. She runs an extremely self-indulgent twitter account and tumblr, contributes regularly to Paste magazine, and freelances in the odd corners of the web. Mammon Machine is her horrifying aesthetic.