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TAMAGOTCHI MASSACRE: womanhood and what comes next

What does it mean to become a woman? On Tamagotchi Massacre’s quest for gender euphoria, she did everything right: she took her hormones, she did her makeup, and she stopped eating... But what comes next?

Zoom sex cult: please wait, the meeting host will let you in soon

You come to dance, and leave devoted. Soon you’ll be acting out small-time government and taking virtual yoga classes at a religious woman’s AirBnb in the middle of nowhere, Illinois. You’ll fall in love at one of the afterparties, and spend years chasing strangers from the Internet. But first you’ll witness the soft apocalypse...

jane remover radio: eyes off the wheel, i'm a star

I found Jane Remover on Lower Wacker, carving a space between Christian contemporary and Spanish talk radio. Hidden under ten thousand pounds of reinforced concrete, teenage apathy and processed vocals sound like Top 40 confectionery served on a speeding, metal platter. Radio rock melts into NPR news until jazz-turned-gospel disappears into a hiss of static and spits out a sound that can't possibly be what you think it is…

caro<3 peers through the prism of love

At the end of her name sits caro's heart. Once heavily guarded, she now opens herself up to the possibilities of love by wearing her heart on her sleeve, in her name, and across her lyrics...

all wrapped in cellophane

You can’t sink into the carpet listening to cellophane forever. One day, the algorithm will cease its calculated shuffle and the gel tablet melting behind your tongue will enter and exit your bloodstream...

drive-by lullabies at the end of the world

Soon, the world will end; signaled not by the sound of trumpets, but by a fat EDM drop. With each electronic tremor, the earth's crust gives way. Seas boil, forests burn, and humanity retreats farther from the sun, looking inward as their walls close in. On the edge of rapture sits osquinn in her ergonomic gaming chair, alone save for the hundreds of thousands of disciples breathing down her neck...