ZOOMERCORE
Dean Blunt - Black Metal 2
as you scan the dry horizon for an oasis, you instead come across a strange piece of black metal
you wipe the dust off of the cover and the mescaline kick in. you’re surrounded by ruins of warped skyscrapers. a hooded figure mugs a woman in a flickering alley. you strain to remember the face of your past lover. he exists in a timeless realm; or maybe he doesn’t exist at all. the taxis have places to go. you’re in an abandoned saloon of a ghost town; no, you’re in purgatory and you faintly remember the once-familiar faces that have fallen to overdoses and gang violence. A small white church materializes in the distance. the Dean greets you with the Blunt end of his gun. there are ruins, new and old, flashing before your eyes as the passage of time eludes you. queasy and bloodied, you bury a cracked iPhone in the crust of the earth as another wave of jamais vu grips your frontal lobe. you’re not sure where you exist, but it doesn’t matter. the fear and loathing are gone. the faces are gone. all that exists resides within you