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break out that flesh cell
[this space serves as a gallery-index.
press play. study each photograph. read the text if there’s any.
let it sink.
move on.
each piece linked in one way or another compliments the image accompanying it, and vice versa.
enjoy.]
Kuzuri by Kenny Wright produced by Yallzee
you’ve never heard anything like this in spanish. press play and set the mood for what’s to come.
kingdoms tied
poem
bodies trapped run red, cold chained
bear fell back bull’s flesh fret gray
chain clank shadows cold carcass stayed
branches bruised skies gray
pull chained skies branch cold
stay
fretting shadows run
chained, trapped red
Pablo Báez\xvz.mkv.rar\
short fiction
Wipe those tears away. Stop crying.
Stand from the slutty barren floor. Walk out into the flurry of heat’s grace embrace.
Air rat trap glues to skin—control breathing—don’t let it take over.
Miles of smoke flying for miles along a través the gray.
Eight meters from there: someone’s set ablaze.
Flames toast the skin, it crisps.
Pops.
Nose fills with lamb.
Burnt hair becomes pleasing when paired against the rest that burns is the lie repeated every time a new one burns.
Bones charcoal clean.
Don’t wait move fast.
Pablo Báez
step away from the light
“Matrixes that hug beneath the flesh as if you've never been loved long enough. Well enough. Its mystery lives inside you, some hostile environment. Holdin’ your tongue down, hoping not to choke. Fevers blend with your skin, a living virus.”
get ethered with
got beef?
“Little did Drew know, the gathering storm foreshadowed a battle that would stretch him to the core over decades. Only when he healed from its trauma, and faced what this experience woke inside him, would he reap the most unexpected of spoils, belief.”
haven’t read
‘s piece? kick back, roll a fatty (or not), and step into drew’s world
“The text appears one sentence at a time, each line given room to breathe, while a persistent, slow-burn soundtrack deepens the atmosphere.”
if you’re here, by now you know this is a hub for the experimental. a home-base for disruption, if you will.
embodies that spirit, and we’re here to champion that.
when a helicopter still can’t get you over your x
“If I ever mention my high school boyfriend to someone, I tell them that he looked like Tim Allen from The Shaggy Dog when he was the dog. I am not wrong. That ex is not wrong. I do talk about my exes a lot.”
wayback recommends stopping at the italian market before hitting the westside
who doesn’t like a good mugging story? come get mugged with
“The look on Lil’ Man’s face…he had obviously encountered this same question on previous occasions in his robbery career.”
below ground
back out
“There is no fixed I, I thought, watching him flicker between versions of himself. Only a person moving through stories, names, moments that once held him together. His "I" was dissolving before me, but his hand still reached for mine.”
“The film creates its own nihilistic dream world: a wasteland of gas stations, fast food, bars and liquor stores where everything the trio buys magically adds up to $6.66.”
come in loser, we’re going to cruise through some Strange Highways
“We should remember that a novel, and literature overall, is a living and breathing entity that has been changing over time since it was invented. What appears traditional to us now was innovative and revolutionary in its time, even things we considered unattainable attributes of a good novel like psychological depth. We should seek for inspiration in the great works of the past and don’t mistake them for a template.”
i will never forgive myself for thinking this dude’s account was solely a meme account. highly recommend his novel (deleted scenes from the bestselling utopian novel). give
’s work a look.
“I’ve left the door unlocked, the same as every other ritual night, and I’ve yet to be bothered by a wayward intruder. So I wear my black alb, black stole, and black dalmatic. The soft blue they prefer the deaconry wear is an affront to the mother.”
get initiated with
“I said:
Here lies one sweet piece o' ass. Never had a bad word to say but one or two 'bout nobody at all. Now gone f’rever: oozed out and slimed to shit.”
do yourself a favor, experience this, trust the ring leader (
). and delve into the world of ooze
shutter
poem
the world through a corridor
is the crowding
of an attic where the
doily of tacky tact
bestows grace upon
an afterthought
a person must blink
or go blind
James Worth
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Outstanding, now do it all the time.
A very interesting mix of photos and text, nice recommendations too. It's a kind of omnibus one-stop shop for literary experimentation - just what a zine should be, in other words.