ORGAN
BANK
Atavistic propaganda in devotion to Morgan Vogel.
Transmissions des Oubliettes Rouges
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Bound in Skin
I can’t stress enough the psychological effect of having the words you’ve written bound in your own skin. In having words torn from your mind…
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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.
The Organ Market
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PREY:
Sean M. HuberA voyage through four incidents of predation. The mysterious, the hunted, the inhuman, the trapped.
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YOU ARE CURSED:
Sarah CumminsA fragmented tale of a teenager tormented by receiving a cursed image in their DMs.
$16.00 -
NTTN:
David C. PorterA “mutilated detective story” by David C. Porter set in the exurban hinterlands, NTTN follows two investigators as they listlessly attempt to solve a rash of brutal crimes, using an ominous closed-circuit television station as their North Star.
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Seance:
Tim McCarthyGrief as a conduit for passage beyond the veil, always returning us to life.
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Seance + Empty Hands Hold Weight:
Tim McCarthyTwo collections of poetry on grief.
$15.00 -
Empty Hands Hold Weight:
Tim McCarthyAn envelope opened, photos scattered on the table—all that remains of a prior life.
$9.00 -
Hecatombs:
Sean M. HuberThe poetic conjuring of a backwoods haruspex guiding us into the charged experience of encounters with hanging animal corpses, forbidding landmarks, and crumbling ruins deep in the forest.
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Manifesto:
S. M. H.A notebook left on a bedroom floor, mechanically pinched up and deposited in a numbered plastic baggie by a uniformed man.
$9.00 -
Sacra:
sean m. huber[Man]will know his fault by the sun which stands in fiery witness and the wind which breathes its judgement in the final silence of the world.
$30.00