Aus verdammter Fleck

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(Continuing my exploration of blending  language, form, and art, “Aus verdammter Fleck” from Shakespeare’s Macbeth auf Deutsch written in the palm of Lady Macbeth)

You’ve Got a Friend in Your Split Personality

I am very lucky to have friends who understand the psychosis, who fuel it, and support it through a creative medium. Here is a collaborative zene talking about our inner monsters.

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(Special thanks to: Adrianna Sauceda, Donovan VimCrony, Toni Neezy. Dear friends, if I missed you, let me know your tag and I will be sure to add you :))

 

The Frog and the Banshee

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Engineered energy drinks spilled their sticky acidic citrus onto the ground. The inhalation of the citric fumes caused purple cataracts of chemical intoxication to form across the pupils of the people. The mouths of the crowd unhinged viperous as a cacophony of cheers swirled above their, heads accumulating into a foreboding fog. The billowed haze consumed the energy of the crowd as it formed it’s own teeth and claws. The long talons reached into its own black mass and tore open the void exposing the glowing red eyes of the beast. On stage, swirling smoke took the form of a man. The red eyed beast met his gaze and the man consumed the wretched creature. It soon flowed through his atria and capillaries like a blazing back draft. His body boiled and bloated. Eyes bulging, skin amphibious, his gullet expanded as he released his guttural command, “Abrocken!”

Drumsticks met the tight skin of its beaten mistress as a train spewing smoke and flames emerged and plunged through the crowd. The frog man smiled as maggots and saliva poured out of his mouth, forming a festering pool at his webbed feet. Hoping over to a cage bound in barbed wire and bits of flesh, the frog man’s tongue wrapped around the padlock and with a quick flick released the banshee. A piercing scream filled the theater as the banshee emerged, violet eyes blazing with it’s talisman of power. Raising the six-stringed demon into the air, it screeched and an explosion of chords and pitches hit the crowd like a tidal wave as a young boy hit the cement floor. The boy panicked as boots bombarded his body. Terror flashed across his face as he succumbed to the mob. Blood oozed from his nose as his left eye bulged purple. A panicked father flailed his arms as he tried desperately to dig through the crowd. The frog inhaled deeply preparing for the climactic howl when the ruckus caught his attention. “Hey what the fuck? Are you stupid or something? Pick his ass up!” Like a marionette, the boy was lifted by his limbs and passed over the tops of the crowd onto the stage. The frog wrapped his webbed hands around the bloodied boy grinning a salavic smile, “Sorry kid. These people are fucking animals.”

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(Originally submitted to The Destroyer Magazine)