Hello weary home-bodies. It is I, lord Quagczar. I have taken form here in the swamp lands south of the Indus river, overflowing with water, rot, waste and rebirth during this season of monsoons. I spend my days busily collecting ...Read More
Paleolithic bone flutes lay claim to the origins of music, while unfathomable syneshetic future-realms were unearthed at the Hipbone last night in the vicinity of Portland, Earth. Indeed, the modular mythos of Weird Fiction accelerated unceasingly in the midst of advanced ...Read More
A faint beating of great wings as Weird Fiction descends upon this curious cavalcade, a mix of all things, a nebulous agent at times electro-punk, funk, psychedelic and cabaret! An evening of interplay. And as predicted by ...Read More
the great thing about the line in the sand, is that it moves with the wind. sun rise of prime # 13 million times 13 million 13 million times... new prime # 1, 3, 13 million the edge looms large like miss spelling ...Read More
