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Embers in Recoil

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Forbidden flames ascend,

lapping untouched skin,

staining a blameless soul,

wrestling virtue for the win.

Dark eclipses light;

shadows taunt the air made pure,

poisoning each measured breath,

shattering what once was sure.

A clash of thundered steps,

twin storms locked in lore:

they whirl in reckless cadence,

two-stepping toward the roar.

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This looks fab!

kingdom of shadows #2 is now available on gumroad! you can pay what you want. comes with a digital pdf and a printable version. this issue is about the trick films of georges méliès!

(also, you can see the first issue here! it's an intro to silent film!)

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breathe in. breathe out. scream quietly into your teabag. then post about it. capitalism loves that.

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A: Yes. We are too plugged in.

Fab Zine!

Are We Too Plugged In?

Just a little zine I made since I've been thinking about the 90's and early 2000's a lot lately.

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I wasn’t built for strength. I was cobbled together — out of grief and bills and borrowed time.

They said: you’re resilient. As if resilience was a prize. As if surviving was a ribbon I chose to wear.

I don’t want to win. I want to rest. I want mornings that don’t punish. I want hands that can hold something without shaking.

You were made for a reason? Maybe. But they never tell you what it costs until it’s too late to ask for a refund.

All I know is this: happiness is not a reward. It’s a birthright. And you deserve it before the applause.

I was created

This way

For a reason,

But at what cost?

I couldn’t care less

How strong I am

I just want

To be happy

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the algorithm wants you to smile. even as you cough up copper wires. even as your rent eats your teeth. smile. and tag it “healing.”

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Listen/purchase: Whitby Bay B1 Moor Thyme by RIVAL REEFS

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Father's Day from the Edge

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I was born in the hiss of rain hitting bin lids, alley light stammering through takeaway foil, a city folded in on itself like damp paper, still trying to write something worth reading. My mother queued at the chemist with hands that twitched from worry and cold. The seagulls here don’t call—they accuse. Everything rusts. Even the truth.

And yet— there’s a strange kindness here. In the eyes of the lad who offers you fire then tells you the council's cut his electric. In the corner shop at midnight where you’re called love even when you look lost. This place doesn’t pretend. It bruises honestly. It breaks. It carries on.

Lloyd Lewis

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We Begin With Absence

We’re not here to go viral. We’re here to leave a trace.

This is Art of FACELESS. Not a brand. Not a trend. A glitch in the system. A press. A label. A refusal.

We publish: — poetry that scars — glitch visuals — outsider music — fragments of ruined cities — stories that shouldn't be told, but are

We are disabled, outsider, experimental, and still standing.

📍 Cardiff-born 📡 Signal from the shadows ☕ Support: ko-fi.com/artoffaceless 📜 artoffaceless.com

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