East freaks. East freaks. Southfreak.
And then you call it twice— East Freaks, East Freaks —because the echo off the projects demands repetition. It’s a call to the ones who wear their strangeness like a leather jacket in July. Uncomfortable, but necessary. east freaks east freaks southfreak
The Southfreak is not a location. It is a descent. While the East Freaks thrive on the claustrophobia of the alleyway and the static of the radio, the Southfreak is the low-end theory. It is the sub-bass that doesn't hit your ears, but vibrates your sternum. The Southfreak walks slowly, dragging a broken speaker, smiling at the security cameras. East freaks
The East Freaks move with a jittery, broken-beat shuffle. They gather under the flickering sodium lights of the all-night bodega, their pupils wide, their movements asynchronous. They don't dance to the rhythm; they dance around it, leaving ghost notes in the spaces where a normal person would nod their head. To be an East Freak is to hear the melody in the hum of the refrigerator and the squeal of the 3 train brakes. And then you call it twice— East Freaks,