ORGAN
BANK
Atavistic propaganda in devotion to Morgan Vogel.
Transmissions des Oubliettes Rouges
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Arid Chasm
we find ourselves lost in the experience of being the watcher whose subject is unaware of his gaze, which forms the undoing of rational thought, confronted with all the beauty and terror of the other in its natural state.
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Five People Breaking Shit
When I destroy a photograph of someone I feel so fucking good. I want to end everyone’s memories of people, I want to stop people three or four generations down from knowing who anyone was or what they did.
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A Useless Piece of Plastic:
14 Observations Around Missing GirlsTo be a noise producer (“musician” or “artist” seems less than universally appropriate for practitioners of the discipline; a more neutral term is necessary) is, inherently, to be a pervert. It’s always deviant behavior, always against the grain. But there’s levels to it.
The Organ Market
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Penetration of the Skin:
Pris GenetAn effeminate man invites a beautiful young skinhead into his home. Masculinity, the other, limit experience.
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American Vortex:
Carlos GonzalezThe absolute bizarre experiences of touring, noise shows, strange personalities in subculture, and being caught up in the antics of peers.
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Cyanide Swamp II:
Reptile HouseA wide range of artists from a variety of disciplines deliver sinister incantations.
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Karens and Shoplifters:
Tyrant QueenThe Tyrant Queen of Iron City presents us with a bouquet of petty grievances.
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Mother’s Breast:
Nathaniel AbramovitzThe freaked-out, bored, alienated observations of the Beautiful Boy looking out on his suburban purgatory.
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Valle:
Morgan VogelAn imminently depressing, short, contemplative piece of empty, alien-world-wandering SF.
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Aunt Ted
An attempt to locate a distinctly feminine “non-tyranical monstrosity” in Ted K’s life and work
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