WHA WHA WHAT THE FUCK

Sometimes we encounter things beyond our realm of thought.These things should be met with apprehension but also without prejudice, what we may find to be beyond our understanding may be the kind of education we need. In other cases it’s just better to ignore all advice and let everything pass by and through us, shadows …

FUCKING BOOM

In the world wide race to build “deterrents” better and bigger than our enemies, who wrote the rule book about going to far ? We already have the capacity to blow the shit out of the entire planet, where do we go from here ? Automated war machines beyond human control ? When will our …

STANDOFF

When the Angel of death comes to call you’ve better have a kick ass blaster on your person or you’re really screwed. Although, a blaster against the ethereal may be of no use at all, in which case you go to plan “B”, which is run like hell and don’t look back.

BATS AND BOOZE

The birds dropped from the sky like giant raindrops exploding on the concrete, there was a wicked curse upon this town. All the children vanished on the last day of school, no trace, no trail. The townspeople blamed the new King, who sat faceless on his throne in the lonely tower overlooking the bay.

VISUAL INTERIOR

What does it look like, inside, when you’re losing your shit ? Is it all pipes, buttons and decomposition, like a spinning top scraping the inside walls of your skull. Electricity shooting through a mushy organ stopping and starting, whimsically misdirecting and blasting through microscopic highways. We can only see what we believe as truth, …

UNFRIENDLY ALIEN’S EXPERIMENTS ON DEAD FISH

I took a bunch of lingering used up bars of soap in hopes to melt them altogether and create a big chunk of soap. It fucked right up, there was soap every where, I’ll try stove top, not now, I’m stoned. What your seeing is just what it is, a collection of idea’s made into …

WINSTON NEVERMIND

I guess it’s a bit sad but at this point in my life, the only discernible consistency I can find is the presence of monkey’s and telephone’s. I’m a bit sick these day’s (that’s what you call it when your S.S.R.I.’s are fucking and not helping you) and perhaps my imagery keeps me from driving …

CRASHED AND FUCKED

It’s a real bitch trying to fly one of these, given the fact that it doesn’t actually exist doesn’t lesson that fact. Luckily our pilot has stocked up on space booze and won’t have to be sober for a while. It’s not that he was flying drunk, he’d also stocked up on space hash and …