
Brewington’s Underground Technossance Magazine
That is it. This is the whole deal. Everything in a nutshell. Brought to you by Poor Decisions, Inc. and Love Enterprises.

Canadian comic book magazine that leaks into a darkish techno series thriller, a grave injustice. The Renaissance is dead. The Technossance is dead. So, what was radio? Welcome to Richard Tattoni’s satirical world of historic radio, classic art, parody, and nonlinear storytelling. Born in 1876, he’s seen it all, fighting through the literary world like a white Apollo Creed. It’s a choose-your-own-adventure of Technossance pop art at your fingertips, with first-person accounts, Lionheart Leaks, flash fiction, blog stories, essays, audio, video files, poetry, and comic book issues. The series ended in 2022, and then was re-released in 2024. That’s funny, it ended again in 2025. But Mad Magazine is still around.
Wow, self-editing can be endless. So, is it personal growth or is it just personal? “Leave It To Beaver” reruns on MeTV, but not RTTV. After a little persuasion, the author just doesn’t want to make any more time for edits and feels better about it. Don’t squint to see if his book is here; it is. Then, after his final writing workshop in February 2023, let’s pretend that the pub date just happened because the writer has been to the pub too many times. The author lets out a sigh of relief. It’s finished, and it’s a slice of history that’s not just for readers. It’s Prime Academy material. It’s even available for Uncle Cookie. Discover more about the Man Of Time and The Great Beyond book. Bible study begins.

Alas, changes won’t go on forever. The platform is now complete. That’s it. But it’s not just a “magazine”.
Enjoy Richard’s premium deluxe edition.
For your soul, spirit and mind.
Give generously to St. Ray’s Church.
“One more magazine, please?”
Gone with a vengeance.
Don’t forget Tony.
Or cool games.
Or get out.









Thank you to all of our sponsors.
Don’t be shocked by the budget.
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap.
All diamonds in the rough.
Dedicated to Don Cherry.
And all of “those” kids.
There’s no more.
Go Buckaroos!
Get your swag.
Power out.
Peace.

