“The case it focuses on, saw six innocent young people all suffer memory-distrust syndrome due to coercion by the police and confess to murdering two men in Iceland of which they had no links. This was achieved by the police by enforcing a narrative onto the alleged until ultimately, they doubted their own beliefs in […]
My eye continues to vector the punctuating structures here from where I have flown so close to the pattern of Icarus that I’m just waiting for my wings to melt. By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, May 2015 My eye slips from its socket and shakes loose from its lodging in my skull. I grasp at […]
Goin’ Grout Drinkin There was that pulsing light, the screams, the horns, the fighting words, and the women yelling for their dead and soon to be bloated children littering the streets. By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, May 2015 A slow pulse throbs between my temples. I stumble forward, the light in my eyes is blinding. […]
Within the event of this testimonial, we have supervised a position of conducting, in negative harmonics, a passage between the afterworld of death and our ability to master control over its parts by maintaining formal contact with the sub-committee of horror. Candy apples and razor blades Little dead are soon in graves I remember […]
We exist in this sinkhole of economic disparity, careening along needles and rocks, the disease creeping through the cracks on the soles of our feet. By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, April 2015 The perfect memory was watching your family crumpled up and burning on a ghat, the vultures swarming to the feast of your children. […]