Down there, pressure is a bombastic creator. This deep black well is lit with the spray of biophotons. Your periphery is a dim void out of which anything can spring. Snakes of coal, who tempt with spheres of light. Unnatural bodies wrapped around bent spines.… Read More
We watch angels sneak away to snort particles of light. We see their faces brighten into pure volcanoes. We see their wings move like hummingbird whisks as they furtively resume their mandated orbits. For angels can only shirk circumnavigation of the divine for the briefest snap.… Read More
Morpheus hovers in the black bog sky. Everything has been crisped by otherworldly lightning. Starry buffalo churn the black-butter clouds. Morpheus’ sooty will works itself outward from spindly fingertips. The door vibrates. Disembodied faces bathe their words in tar. The saddle we put on our day comes off like a loose swimsuit in this bizarre Dalinian night.… Read More
Zebulun’s comet flashes like a derailed pendulum. A hot stone mad with joules.
The vast temple in the void. A slow tomb full of elegant regret. The portal is always open, is always closed. The whistle of space being compressed. We believe danger dances most truthfully when death closes its eyes before throwing the dart.… Read More