-5- The tower of temptation welcomes the God of Delirium! The gibbering mouth machines cascade down the tower, recording here and recording there; mass producing productions to be consumed, which is a production in itself. Even now suffering is a form of self-enjoyment and eating is a past time activity. The growth of these grotesque... Continue Reading →

-4- People say the funniest things like, "I might have done that," or "I  could have been the one to do that." Well, its only strange if you don't agree that we aren't who we were before who we are now. I suppose you might be mad to think you are who you were but... Continue Reading →

Beware the solar anus for it may produce four distinct types of matter. Unfettered by shoots and branches the organelles dance atop twin peaks of mayhem. All the parts and processes, nodes of anti-production and forced desire-production, all coupling organisms and enemies of the body, the production machine, comes to a halt when the body... Continue Reading →

Not all dark and dangerous mysteries reside in the deep dark Woods of the American West. For some terrifying events occur right in the urban centers of America. In the midst of the hustle and bustle of a city such as Chicago, there lurks things far more dangerous than a prejudiced cop or a desperate... Continue Reading →

-2- I couldn’t stand the sound of the birds chorus, so I found my nearest pair of earplugs and shoved them in my ears. I probably damaged my ear drums in the process, but it was all for the better. I figured most sounds weren’t worth hearing, especially sounds which disrupted my own chain of... Continue Reading →

We are all poorly and accidentally designed desire-machines. Tiny bundles of emotions loosely wrapped in cognitive functions. That is a desire-machine. Over nursed and underdeveloped these tiny machines bounce around shitting here and shitting there. At least the desire-machine can shit. This tiny machine can eat too, though it never fully digests a meal. Something always... Continue Reading →

I walked over the bridge and down a steep slope which lead under the bridge. I nearly slipped down the slope into the river, but maintained my balance as I made my way to where the water met the land. I stood under the old bridge, looking up at its underbelly. I saw many stars... Continue Reading →

Fools lost at sea. People blink around at empty oceans, and fill them with impossible floating buildings. Gnashing and biting till my bonds were broken, I drank twelve or so potions forcing myself onward through smaller and smaller entrances. A forgetful procession of mazes covered in moss and seaweed lead further into dismal notions. Three pathways stood... Continue Reading →