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!”
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”
VOICE 1Plenty of possibilities here for all of you to discuss what we should kill.VOICE 2We shouldn’t do the killing thing. Let’s do the loving thing, man.VOICE 1You’re high. You would say that.VOICE 2Yeah I totally would. I did. I said it. What’d I say again?VOICE 1They can’t all stay. There’s simply too many. IContinue reading “Overheard in Woods”
Sasha and Yoyo sneak through the corridors of the shapeshifting factory on the first floor that houses many strange creatures in prison-like cells. Each one a mad experiment designed by madder men. In one cell a donkey with explosive urine. In another the torso of a man attached to a rotating sphere of energy capableContinue reading “U.C. | Sasha & Yoyo in the Shapeshifting Factory”
Detective Hank Murky sits at the dinner table dripping blood into his meatloaf. His wife, Daisy, watches him as if waiting for a response. On both sides his twin 11 year old daughters, Emily and Rosinda, shout at him with excitement. Murky disappears behind his eyes. Their Golden Retriever, Pitbull, begs by his side. Emily’sContinue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | Murky.Dinner”
_Ria_… \ Earlier | Pre-Rehab / Yurts, broken down Winnebagos and storage containers transformed into living quarters threaten to be swallowed up by thousands of acres of pine trees. A mixed group of physicists, yogis, monks, occultists, and mountaineers form this tiny group isolated from the rest ofContinue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | Ria.Remote Viewing”