The darkness plays tricks on Detective Murky’s detective eyes as he searches for his house key. He doesn’t like solving mysteries in the middle of the night. Especially ones so close to home on his keyring. It’s a quiet night off from copping. A night he was planning on drinking away down at the pub.Continue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | Murky. Bloody. And Drunk.”
The pot of mac and cheese sits on the kitchen floor being stirred with a foot. The white demon snaps the waist band of his rainbow tighty whities and flicks the pot across the room with one of his crutches. The pot smacks George in the head as he sits at the table reading aContinue reading “Unthinkable Cramps | Lady Griddlebone & Friends”
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”