Professional Documents
Culture Documents
producers:
RAP and the other
PRODUCER only.
Summary:
(or, Artist is new to the music scene and Rap has everything
he wants)
first chapter
''they say personhood isn’t a singular experience.
indeed, sometimes it feels like something less than that''.
''you can’t bury me. you can’t bury me beneath scum or dirt or filth
or stones. i’ve been buried alive since i was born. my hands have
always been this dirty. it’s you who’s being buried. you’ll see.''
''it’s just hair. it’s just cells that are already dead being cut. it’s
just letting go of something that’s already lifeless.''
''Artist never dyed his hair before. he’s always been afraid it’d make him look too
different. his image of himself is so cemented in his mind that imagining himself
with different colored hair challenges his vision of himself, his very reflection.''
second chapter
''it’s suddenly hot all over, inside and out.
a terrible sensation just below his skin hums to life like an infection. he feels it crawl from his
fingers and up his veins steadily, the burning leaving an ashy residue in his thoughts.''
''because there is a thrill in letting go, a particular delight in shining lights upon your insides
and letting the audience gasp in horror at the grotesque mutilations.''
"you don’t want me to be honest, honesty’s never gotten him anywhere. you just want me
to be good."
''honesty is a commodity for those who wouldn’t be cut down if they spoke in only truths''.
the younger’s wearing a two he’s dressed in all black, like Artist wearing a white
buttoned black and blue flannel, the night he met Rap. corset around his waist,
a fake silver nose ring, and black fishnet beneath a half ribbons binding the
golden highlighter on his
tied robe and white pearl sleeves of his shirt
detailing. a floral design together.
collarbones and chest. decorates the corner of his