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I woke up in a dream—hands drenched in blood. Eyes burning—almost shut.
Arms like rubber.
He was dead. He was finally dead.
Praise the higher power who gave me the power to end his miserable life.
Good riddance. You are nothing, just after birth. Just a mistake and you won’t replace my true friend.
You make me wish hell was real.
Bloody, red, catharsis.
No one made sense and it was all noise. I did my best and that seemed to be good enough.
Other foot is where the shoe was and it fit fine. I’d been this person before, not as myself but I could see them, struggling to find similar words and get my stupid attention.
You might as well have slapped American on my forehead, or so I thought. In many other instances people simply assumed I spoke French.
In many ways that’s refreshing. No preconceived notions it seemed and that was fine by me.
Written by Michael Lorenzo Porter
The next issue of EB Zine is upon us and here is a short story written by EB’s Jonathan Sheppard.
THE MRF - ROLLING ON THE BLOCK
SHOT & EDITED BY MATTHEW ROMASANTA
thank you to everyone who helped made this video
enjoy the music video my G’s
I was in my bed, asleep, but my mind was awake.
Somehow, I knew I could leave my body
I knew that my being was disconnected
And so I floated above myself
I stayed close to the wall, hovering
I saw my body below, asleep, empty
It was only a shell which housed my being
I continued to float through the ceiling
Then I decided to move sideways
I saw into the flesh and bones of the house
It was around Christmas, years ago
I remember because when I floated outside
There were red and green lights hanging from the roof
Once I was floating outside, I thought,
Why not go higher? Why not touch the clouds?
And so I did, floating above everything I ever knew
The trees said their farewell, as did the buildings
Which grew tinier and looked like microchips
It all felt so real and yet so far removed from reality
Once I reached the clouds, I didn’t care for reality
This was what I had wanted, why I had taken drugs
Was this a construct of my own imagination? Impressive
I had never dreamt with such clarity, I felt awake
To prove to myself this wasn’t a dream, I thought
Now that I’m in the clouds, why not touch the stars?
There was no way I could create a star from nothing
And from there, I soared above, going into the universe
Everything felt immaculate and I felt connected to all
I knew that this is where I was meant to be, in space
The tiny orbs of light were millions of miles away
Suddenly they weren’t millions of miles, but a few feet away
The stars were tiny clouds of orange and blue gas
With bits of dust and particles floating in the orbs
They created their own light and guided me along
I was floating in space, in the fabric of our cosmos
And I wasn’t afraid. I felt alive. More alive than ever before.
From there, things grew hazy, I was being directed
I don’t know how, but I was led to a intergalactic palace
A palace of light and a center for the awakened ones
I was merely a visitor being led to this palace of perfection
I found myself inside an amphitheater with other people
We were sitting together, not speaking, but staring
Into a great fire that was in the center down below
The fire roared with life and warmth and knowledge
It was a perfect orb of flames like a miniature sun
I saw a face stare at mine between the dancing flames
It was a little boy with innocent eyes and a placid face
We stared at each other and communicated unknowable
Dialogues that neither of us could fully comprehend
Tears rolled down his eyes as tears flowed from mine
I knew I would never see him again, and possibly, this place
The light from the fire grew brighter until all I could see
Was a pure light that beckoned me back to my body
I repeated all of my actions backwards, rewinding
When I awoke, I wasn’t sure what I had just experienced
I felt alive, I felt connected to a world I never knew existed
Somehow, I knew it wasn’t just another dream…
I had never been able to replicate the experience
And I have never seen the stars in any other dream
I knew this was something much greater
Something I wasn’t the creator of
Because I was awake.
Dr. Seuss Study.
Sometimes when I get into a dry spell when making creative works I try to improve my style by copying some of my favorite artists. Dr. Seuss was one of the first artists I ever looked up to. These are from his book of ABC’s. I had a lot of fun with these.
Drawings by Tyler Craft
Lecherous Larry lurked and leered, leveling lives like loaves lacking leavening.
Little lies lingered lazily lessening lovers lust.
Legit lounging legions loomed.
Loners, loathed and loved, licked liver laced licorice.
Lambs lulled locals with lullabies and loneliness.
Ladylike ladybugs likened leggings to lingerie, no one lectured them.
L is for lunacy.