R A N D O M   Z E N A strict sophist for an unknown inner directive that changes with the wind, he shakes angry fits the mechanical world that was never meant to be observed. Shit-assed customers cringe at the name, "Random Zen." A teacher and commander, his mad army is forever loyal to him and his fanatical campaign to vanquish the stupid (the only way he would tolerate kinship). Roamer and ringmaster of the Manic Mart palace, the squeaky wheels of shopping carts are his theme song. Vengeance is his character. Random Zen is no stranger to alcohol.

Now, grab a rusty cart and accept my shopping list, a compendium of misdeeds. I will take you by the hand and guide you through my contemptful mental aisles. Advance!

... There is only one thing a writer can write about: what is infront of his senses at the moment of writing ... I am a recording instrument ... I do not pretend to impose 'story' 'plot' 'continuity' ... Insofaras I succeed in Direct recording of certain areas of psychic process I may have a limited function ... I am not an entertainer...