SWEET TYRANT IS ONLINE
https://sweettyrant.online
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SWEET TYRANT
*flashing lights warning*
SWEET TYRANT started with the worst instincts on the surface during the worst circumstances. It does not meant to struggle justifying its existence, nor is it the result of some hobby artsy jerk-off. It lives and breathes inside the crowd and doing circles around the city streets at night.
It is not to be locked away at night in a museum, it is not meant to gather dust on a library shelf. It is not a commodity of any kind, but a physical tangible copy of an emotional abstraction that exists within us even if we try to push it aside every night while scrolling until we fall asleep.
And art, as the most twisted yet direct form of asynchronous communication, is the tool chosen here to close this gap between us and reality.
Because art lives in cheap headphones that play loud music in the morning on the bus, in the notes app of a phone with endless cringey paragraphs, in the doodles on the margins of a textbook. Art exists to burst out of bodies and mix with reality.
This collection is dedicated to the people who, with their body and mind broken, still struggle, search, create, and steal back the joy and creativity that was stamped out from them day in and day out by this unending loop. I love you all in the worst way possible.
And it's also free. Meaning freely distributed. Free of charge, if you will. Made some physical copies of SWEET TYRANT in greek with some extra stuff as well. If you are interested, reach out.
<3
http://sweettyrant.online
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late night hysteria
sorry didn't hear you
the voices in here melt into an unforgiving echo
speakers jump around the room
and your eyes change places every time i try to look right at them
tiptoeing
i'm bad company
can't follow conversations i kickstarted
it was never my thing to open up
but i had something written
i was across the mirror rehearsing how to tell you how i feel
and was looking for the right moment
but it seemed as if we never spoke the same language
maybe i got something going on with made up smiles and foolish gestures
even feeling how people feel
late night hysteria
and a change of heart on my way back to either home or hell
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the wolves
thought of leaving
i stepped back from the whole world
to lose the wolves surrounding me
all i have is me
and whatever fell in my arms i had to pay it with interest
with my hands bruised
from digging through cement
through my guts
through my words
i stopped letting others look me in the eyes
i ain't sleeping
wolves get closer when it's darker outside
i'm my very own persona non grata
but i swear
i have so much more to give
just not to you
not you either
yeah def not you as well
thought of leaving
i stepped back from the whole world
i was waiting for a hand to look for me
grab me tight
and pull me back
but the world didn't seem to miss me after all
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VALENTINA
maybe
somewhere very close to you
there is someone who wants to get to know you
who wants to share magical moments with you
in this number there is always a person
looking forward to meeting you
every moment on this number
someone's waiting for you
call now
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empty bodies
empty bodies
half full of bitterness
losing their own reflection
from the subway's glass window
empty bodies
sobbing violently at night
scrolling memories
while fatigue sits on top of their chests
empty bodies
open wounds and dry mouths
rolling dices every night
for the days left
empty bodies
no more sweet chimeras
talking to themselves to sleep
these are the worst days
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mosaic blur
getting cheap on my emotions
i'm half-playing when i'm bored
i'm half-pushing back whatever comes too close
chasing cars like dogs
either from fear of the fomo
and it has nothing to do with you
i like you as an idea
but i don't know if i can trust you
these days i don't pay attention to what i either make or make me
when i know one day they'll take it from my hand
mosaic blur upon my face
my neck rocking chains turned green
with their color slightly off my body lines
how could i ever convince you
these are not just cheap excuses
sick and tired of drowning in other people's sheets
i have no patience
how could i ever convince you
this is not a threat
whenever i tell you i can't do this any longer
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call you later
all my friends are dressed in mirror's color
dancing awkwardly while looking at their shoes
i miss the company
it hurts when i'm embraced
hands are rubbing me like sandpaper
and other hands live in my mind rent free
my demons run the streets at night
in the veins of the metropolis
and howl like wolves
unanswered cries left on the speaker
as if the whole damn city tells you
call you later far too busy at the moment
buildings glow like they're burning
like white noise
in the echo of the voices long drowned out
like stars that are still hanging dead on top of my head
but it's too late to take a peek at them right now
rooftops have long queues for you to jump tonight
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i cannot fill the gaps of other people anymore
dancing around me
your clothes slip each time you smile
is it awkwardness or is it just on purpose
and my mind gets into orbit around you
and it looks funny to you
but i'm ashamed
and i hide my own intentions
burying them inside the fog behind my eyes
like you hide your wedding ring between your fingers
waiting to feel something again
i just wanna take a bite
always fighting for some space on the table
and your taste has grown familiar in my mouth
you're so clumsy
yet i love it
and it is indeed a pity
i've been chasing recognition if it matters that i'm here
that i cannot fill the gaps of other people anymore
but the demons on my shoulders
still shout your name in my ear
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spoiled (ft. tria epsilon)
are you online or just sleeping
oh ok
you're zigzagging
lowkey
i was hesitant to hit you up
i think the other day i saw you on the street
wrapped from the top to bottom tight in barbed wire
like a statue dripping grace from its wide open wounds
your body shrinks and swells with every breath you take
at a tempo of a song i never heard before
i didn't greet you
you didn't see me
but i saw it in your eyes that you were gone already
and i wasn't in the mood to bother either
only kept the rhythm you played with your chest
and my regrets
i wish i had more happy songs
so i could sing them back to you
what about me
fine i guess
still on the run
struggling to shake the anchors dragging back my steps
i envy you
but i'm just spoiled
and it has nothing to do with you
i no longer have the lungs for it
and you
keep running up against the escalators
and i
spread my body on top of the rest
crammed in holes of empty trains
and i hope
someone's gonna look for me
when it's my time to get off
sorry i just got your message
hope you're ok
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i had a fox tail in my dream and i couldn't really fit it in my pants. i may have gained a few pounds - but still so damn fit on my fingers, all day keyboard hitting i must've lost some weight by now. if i was in the big city sitting where you're all running i would ride the escalators and we might have crossed paths like two or three times - larissa station/ omonoia/ seats of people with hats on and the train gon' pass again and again and again just like the messages that keep on coming, like the light you've never seen shining across the room from my favorite song on repeat
like me creaking, i might creak when i'm asleep and fantasize of people like a giant bottle in the shape of a loop- i believe your cave must be a big ass loop, it reminds me of a shipyard, you polish the anchors, you pick a port, you try pretending that you're off to rio next week but you always end up writing cutesy lines on the keyboard before deleting them or switching them around while days, years, phone data go by in two days and i barely manage to reply to your message
i am fine, hope you too
(tria epsilon on tumblr: https://triaepsilon.tumblr.com)
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dead pixels in the sky
dead pixels in the sky
dots looking back at dots that are no longer to be seen
people's eyes turned to black holes
and i fall into their void
tightly handcuffed
from the stress
i can't hitchhike
and i get swallowed by a passing train
ten floors deep in the ground
breath taking and neck breaking to see the surface
like a garden locked behind brutal barbed wire
i pull my brains apart like headphone cords
i look up to find a dot that looks back at me
just to know if i'm still *here*
or just kill time
scraping temples with gun barrels
rubbing off the rust
or maybe paranoia
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drowned sirens
the demon on my shoulder got the blinking lights on
carving circles 'round the block like my last name is kandinsky
avoid shaking hands and looking into mirrors
mad at myself
searching for my pride that i got stamped out
bumping into strangers and throwing feelings in the void
as if i swapped my heart for an airplane's black box
buildings cruising through the water
sirens hooked on by their nails crying on the cop cars
screaming ringing in my skull like bells
flickering between the waves
barren bodies
salt swollen neck wounds
and i sink my teeth deep inside my arm
not to make anymore sound for them to notice
cause attention is a blade
and it slices your throat open
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boy toy
boy toy
i'm a boy toy
wearing knots around my neck weighting heavier than my ego
shaping myself on others' terms to stop catching the loneliness
but i'm not alone
your face turned blurry nowadays
like a corrupted memory of mine
you're looking at me dead as stone
your eyes cracked like two mirrors from the bitterness
a modern medusa with whole lotta trust issues
yet here we are laying numb from the dancing
arms and legs are trembling to find their shapes
or if they button up together out of vice or plain necessity
like shooting stars my doubts are dropping on top of my chest
if am i still or am i not just a
boy toy
i'm a boy toy
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every time i see you i fall apart
i wanna lay where you lay
dress you up with some nice words
that sound funny standing up
there's no therapy on this side of the city
and the words won't find their way to you to tell you
every time i see your face i fall apart
hands get sticky
you exist behind my eyelids
and i delve into your stomach
for the three hours that i sleep
shooting my emotions deep
coast to coast
and i mourn the youth i spent
with you or far away from you
as a jailbird
hanging from the bars of your sides
i am yours
i'm your prisoner
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psychogeography
carved an anchor on my neck
to pull my thoughts down
when the need to log off ever comes
i do deadlifts with my patience
i feel like i don't deserve it
to exist
and i fade away until i hit rock bottom
with my lungs drained by the salt
carved some seas upon my wrist
and i sail them 'round my block
police cars and tourist buses pass right through me
like they know i lost my faith
but i still take breaths before i cross the streets
and i hope as i keep swimming
that you'll find me and still recognize my body
from its marks
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cold hands
cold hands laying on me
pressing on my temples
burying hundred bodies with mine just in case i might get lonely
i kiss them or swim with them
trying in vain to rub the ice off of my skin
bang bang
bodies shake
bodies snap
i pray they don't get through them
i see red and try to catch a hand to hold onto
bang bang
all is see-through
outstretched guns and violent screeches
i get stuck inside my thoughts and let them burn my skin away
like the plug behind my head doesn't fit me anymore
bang bang
it rains lead
but look at your boy dancing
busting moves
like it's his birthday
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sugar
late night zig zaging the streets
city lights lean on my shoulders
hundred suns i drag around like balloons
empty faces looking down from the balconies
(i curse and bitch behind my teeth)
they say i run in vain cause i'll never find you again
even with the city shrinking
to fit cops and wannabe-faux-bourgeoisie
stress and lack of motivation
sweat is sticking just like sugar
and the herds of them are hunting for my scent
you can't save me
and i don't want you to save me
if you're hanging on those wires by your veins just like me
what is really left to do around here
are you living or just watching days go by
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