ZCUM
fringe writings
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Assumed, but when I was in elementary school whenever I went to the bathroom the floor was coated in stale piss. Your glow-in-the-dark sneakers would damn near stick to the floor and leave you struggling against an embedded sock or lack of balance. Pissing contests have a long legacy in public restrooms. The first thing…
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I can’t think of anything. The gray fuzz that swirls during meditation only blocks out. Never produces. When people think of meditation, they think of trying their best to not think of anything. Maybe this blank stare at my screen serves a higher purpose. It mostly comes in flickers. I had a weird dream last…
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The first time I was introduced to this sub-culture, I was 17. I call it a sub-culture not because it branches off from some artistic origin; in fact, it is so vast but eclectic that finding an origin has proven to be impossible. Some folks point to it as the origin. I wouldn’t stoop that…
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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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