BLAZED:  Tales of Subliminal Congress was an e-zine I founded around 2005 around the
last mutterings from the Text Scene (RIP).  I had fallen in love with the scene  and
the unique people I met, from linear of  United Phone Losers (an off-shoot, of sorts
of RedBoxChiliPepper's Phone Losers of America), gir of angstmonster, The BMC of The
Neo-Comintern,  Steak of Addendum.  I had already created my own  "text-file group", 
The Kids on Bridges,  yet I had failed to release anything tangible.  BLAZED was the
one and only zine  I  managed to curate,  predicated on my then infatuation and love
for marijuana. The premise: smoke weed and write t-files.  Brilliant!  The sub-title
was from an idea for a title of a book I hoped to one day write in the vein of  Fear
& Loathing in Las Vegas: Subliminal Congress.

subliminal - adj. below the threshold of consciousness
congress - n. the act of sexual intercourse

So 'subliminal congress' meant the sex of the subconscious: creativity.

For some reason I seem to have forever lost  BLAZED #9.  But then again,  it's quite
possible there never WAS a BLAZED #9 and I was just too stoned to know better.