Feb 23, 2023
To walk the realm of mortals and feel the dirty air, risking death, bringing destruction in your wake. We all want this. Even the ones who cannot die. Them most especially. They look up to the ones below, secretly desiring their own inevitable loss. And then kill their children to bring it about.
"Shall we go back to...
Feb 16, 2023
These primary colour flatland print objects are growing up. They have kids now. Responsibilities lacking in youth. Time slips away from them, leaving past triumphs in the past. Tradition spurs them forward. Tradition and the perpetual threat that one day the status quo will no longer suffice to push units.
Ask yourself...
Feb 9, 2023
Born from the murky river of tarnished America, the trundling beast sat at its typewriter. One claw tick tack tick. Ding. Another sentence. Nixon is in the white room waiting with Kissinger. I will never forget this moment, the beast writes, not even in the dreamless sleep of the plaza strip. Nowadays, bastards...
Feb 2, 2023
The horse walks slowly atop the dusty rough, carrying the man wearing a star. The man reads the signs left in the night, sees the swollen bodies and the blood. 9mm rounds, .45 ACPs. Knows that something larger is at play. And that someone needs his help.
The man thinks it's all waiting on him. But that's vanity,...