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the glamour of snow
08:48
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cockroaches
06:07
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day zero
05:13
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I heard this strange static noise last night, while smoking a cigarette on my balcony; It came out of nowhere, like wandering in the space, without purpose, without reason or destination; reaching me by accident, one of a billion; I scratched my neck, wondering whether there was any hidden message in it, a code from the other side of the mirror, or just an accidental sequence of sounds and frequencies; at first I thought it's but an aural gibberish, yet after a while I noticed some weird structure in it; it had sense, yes, it was like a call; not direct, but drilling deep into my mind; "Is it my imagination?", I thought, "I fuckin' drank too much again?"; I went to sleep, I didn't have any dreams that night; But when I woke up I realized that I still hear this noise, but this time it was like coming straight from my head; Like an irregular flow of high frequencies and sinusoidal-like hums drifting through my synapses, trying to control my nervous system; migraine, one would say, yeah right; And then I turned on the TV, it seems that some stranger occurrences started to appear all around the globe; This kid in Spain, who killed his family, mother, father and two little sisters; He said he couldn't stand the pain caused by a strange noise making mess in his head; Mass suicide in Australia. They found a tape there, lying next to one of the victims; There was only one sentence recorded, reverend Jim Jones quote: "To me death is not a fearful thing. It's living that's cursed."; A pair of lovers in Venezuela, they set each other on fire;
And the lights over the North and South Pole, the scientists were saying they have never seen anything like that before; Like Aurora Borealis sucked into a vacuum, grinded into a myriads of pieces and spitted out randomly covering the sky; It's all connected, I felt it very clearly; Then I noticed some changes that took place in and around my very body; When I saw my reflection in the mirror, there was this glimmering haze around my head and shoulders, I looked like saint, I felt like I'm about to throw-up; My hands were shaking, I accidentally cut myself while shaving - the blood had the colour of gold, a liquid gold; A silver worm that looked like made of some mechanical components, not exactly of this world crawled out of my mouth, but I couldn't feel it; I could see it, but I couldn't feel it; And all this time I heard the sound which source was inside my head; It was like all my senses started to violate the field of operation of the other ones; I started to wonder whether I'm hallucinating, or is it some extraterrestrial activity, perhaps they have chosen me as their guinea pig; Or maybe it's a government conspiracy, yeah, this might be the case; I wasn't sure if I'll figure all that out before I'll turn into some kind of half-organic, half-artificial machine, controlled externally, with murderous or suicidal tendencies; Before all hell breaks loose.
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vultures
09:20
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zero sum recordings Brooklyn, New York
zsr was a boutique cassette label specializing in minimalism, drone, drift, and ambient music. low on the noise, high on the haze.
All physical orders include a Random Sampler of Machine Tribe Recordings releases.
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