Sasha looks at the rot permeating through every board of the barn and compares it to the rot seeping into her soul. Soul rot. The worst type of rot to have. She wants to share her rot with the world. She imagines eating it for breakfast. A new cereal all the kids will love. SoulContinue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | Sasha & Yoyo – Dynamite!”
Scientific Sylvia, with a body like a test tube, sits in a folding chair reading a book made from fungus.
This year’s harvesting party was a smashing success! We’d like to thank everyone that came out and showed your support to those kind souls. Unfortunately there was a little mishap (it happens) and someone, I won’t mention any names (Todd), spilled their basket of soul pods. We don’t like to make a big deal aboutContinue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | Special Announcements!”
The sleepy hour of sadness after lunch. An hour that stretches like chewing gum. Mac rests his fingers on his keyboard to make them look busy. He listens in on Carlos and Nova’s conversation. Nova: I can’t believe they’re getting rid of you. I’m gonna get them back. Carlos: It’s fine. The thrill of thisContinue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | Carlos the Rebel”
It’s hard to tell if the truck stop is in the swamp or the swamp is in the truck stop. Either way Detective Murky stands at the bathroom urinal trying to teach himself to whistle while he pees. He’s not good at it. No one ever taught him to whistle. Or to flush. He kicksContinue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | Murky & Sanchez On It’s Poddy Time”
George is dying. Of this he is convinced. Some force spurs him off the couch in search of his toolbox. He doesn’t know yet what the purpose of this action is. A part of him thinks he’s broke. If he just has the right tool, then he can fix himself. But George was never goodContinue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | Decaying George -n- Doors”
Star vomit wakes Sasha from a deep sleep. She pulls the dreams from her tangled hair. It’s the same one over and over. It’s been like this for a while now. The same dreams every sleep. Sasha catches a rare glimpse of Yoyo’s face at rest. A featureless, melting countenance sleeping against a tree trunk.Continue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | Sasha & Yoyo*One-Armed Lady Bandit”
It’s dark outside. The sky remains a dark blue. Ria runs through the woods trying to find the trail she lost. She picks it up and sees a familiar face sitting in the middle of the path. She recognizes the top of his bald head even in the dark. He still has 73 candles stickingContinue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | Ria.Jerry the Monk”