witchcraft, easy money, homosexuality

I had an epiphany the first time I saw her,
Blaring lurid headlines that dealt with some of my favorite
subjects: witchcraft, easy money, homosexuality and communism,
A soft woman in khaki work clothing welcomed me to take
anything I might find appealing,
It seemed I'd stumbled into some underground, punk rock, DIY distro fantasy,
I signed up and join whatever revolution was getting underway,
Then I looked up and saw the answer,

This was not hipster kitsch; it was the real deal,
This explosion of wacky and funky style was all about spreading the
word And not just any word, but the Word, her Word,
Combining narratives and quotations from her creed,
The message was eye-catching, instructional and inspirational; she sold
to believers whose aim it was to save the soul by sharing their
faith

There was something for everyone: 500 different messages, in
more than 20 languages and dialects,
Thinking about the mark of the beast?
Concerned about addiction? For you, there's my tale about China White

Of course, her territory has long been crafted to communicate to
offenders of the rule, which is doubtless why I found her so appealing,
Her basic message has nearly always concerned itself with emancipation, but my
revelation had less to do with form than with content,
A facet of scarcity led me to see the light -- earnest creativity in
abundance: written by thousands of authors, meant to be given away,
I didn't have to embrace the message in order to fall in love with the messenger, but I did,

Her language is brilliant in simplicity, using the absolute minimum
of resources to communicate a message,
Inexpensive to produce and easy to distribute, they can be given to friends
or tucked into a book or tacked to a door,
The critiques are insistently emotional, not physical objects, straightforward and plain-spoken, unadorned and direct,
For pennies a piece a proselytizer can put her message directly into the
hands of a recipient,
A sample may be reread, cherished or passed on