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A Story By:
Eric Chung

UNTER
HALLOWEEN


OCT 22 | 6 AM

Illustrations:
Rosie Armao




Walking past the massive techno warehouse party occurring on the main floor I wandered upstairs to what were the craziest scenes I’ve seen in my raving journey. To set the scene the upstairs dark room was basically a hollowed out office space where the doors were ripped off and beds and cushions replaced desks and chairs. It was a maze of rooms that all connected to each other filled with piles of flesh, latex, and leather indulging to the sounds of spatial ambient techno. I cannot emphasize enough how many bodies were woven together to the point you couldn’t distinguish individual bodies but felt like you’re just in this sea of physicality.




I found solace in this kitchenette when people started clearing space as if a performance was starting. To set the stage there were people huddled around this elevated platform containing nothing but a water bucket and a hot plate burner with a frying pan placed on a table. Moments later this person wearing a full length prairie girl gown, plastic barbie-esque mask, cradling a baby doll like a child comes sauntering and swaying out onto the stage. They walk around examining the audience for a bit with everyone kneeling at attention.


All of a sudden they pull up their huge gown to expose bare puss (bushy) and proceeds to lay eggs (straight from the puss) into the water bucket. Gag. They take a break to walk around some more, console this baby doll they’re holding. And then right back at it. They must have laid, I counted, at least 12 eggs.



After they finished, they proceeded to examine the eggs in the water bucket, seemingly picking out the best ones to bring over to the frying pan behind them. Proceeds to crack open and fry these eggs… dressed with salt and pepper served on paper plates with plastic forks, they begin to feed the dark room their 6am breakfast. Ate.