ZCUM
fringe writings
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Where are the milk carton kids? Where are the missing children? How many Amber Alerts have you ignored? Crash into oncoming traffic once you see ’05 Nissan Grey License Plate XOR-A67 carrying crying sack of shit that totaled your car. I was being polite This underpass fills me with comfort. I have a healthy relationship,…
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ALL HOLLOW NOT EVEN is a Halloween Album. When I was working on the album artwork I showed my ex, and they did not understand the title. I MEAN C’MOOOON! Halloween is an amalgamation of “All Hallows Eve.” With this album I try to give a feeling of hollowness, like feeling empty, but knowing that…
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I created this piece while listening to this mix by my friend A23P. I call him Al. I first started jamming with Al and his crew, Praxis Dynamic, a couple years ago. I was practicing to do some backup vocals with Kid Mask at this weird derailed train-car, turned studio. Since Kid Mask’s name is…
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“Goliath took to the woods to rest his head. Destiny had damned him to sleep,The message unclear doomed to swirl inside Goliath’s head. This is where they come.This is where they go.This is where they end up.Stripped of glory but given reassurance.That they did good.[…] That they will never return.” This is a poem I…
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My face distorted in the waves of the puddle below me. A true complexion for my disposition. A state of flesh separating from bone, muddied sobs ebb and flow upon a fractured shore. Perception guided by medium disguises the beholder. The retching comes first and then my body is seized by uncontrollable sobbing. The lacerations…
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The missing innocent terror that attempted to distract me from this gaze left a sinking feeling that nostalgia often does. I’m familiar; recognizing and being recognized. The narrow slit, that has sheltered what exists within the cracks, just ends up expanding. Soon it resembles a coast eroded by the shit desperately clinging to it. Some…
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