I am marooned. I am entombed.

I've lost my way - somewhere between the dusk and the crack of day.

(answering machine noises)

Machinery & Musings

I never saw this Nintendo cartridge before, and why are backwards-talking voices coming from it?

They are already here.

the Seraphim they would not let her in when it was her time to die she tried up from the ground but could not make a sound she damn well forgot how to fly the Seraphim they said let it begin they couldn't stand to see her cry we…

GPT-2 AI has been drinking again.

An endlessly-revolving, ever-changing face you show to the world. Which facade will you wear today? Human, robot, or monster?

The hand of God [or something?] tore through the fabric of space and time, and reached down, hand enveloped in a neon glow.