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Erik Tinsley, or 'Oblivion Spin' is an expresser of feelings and ideas. These expressions take the form of zines, novels, spoken word and various forms of visual art and play with the idea of the divinely mundane. His work focuses heavily on mental health, making peace with morality and sharing parts of his more unique experiences. 

Born in Seattle, Erik has moved up and down the West Coast, settling in greater Portland, Oregon. When he isn't creating for the world, he spends a lot of time journaling, taking aimless strolls that suspiciously end at the bakery, tending to many desk plants and hunting for furbies at thrift shops. 

Erik releases a semi quarterly zine, Oblivion Spin Occasionally, and is hoping to self publish the first of his novels before the end of 2021. 

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