(((WFT))) prophecied to plumb possibility spaces in the cataclysmic clublanding of Branx, on the eve of 7 July this very year!
Manifesting there to authorize structural adjustments and nit-pick networks of cultural artifacts native to weird fictional frequencies
Or, in other words, fleshy minded mammals can expect the unexpected, albeit bearing an uncanny safety net in knowing that it will be a real-time rendezvous within synth addled ficto-quizzical forays.
Experts remain uncertain in identifying the space-time coordinates of this most anomalous shape-form, which bears unprecedented likeness with our ficto-quizzical milieu.
Some informants attest to seeing it hurtle forth into the sky, out of the Hollow Earth, by way of the eruption of Mt. Eyjafjallajokull. Astronomologically aligned inquisitors counter: this thing is of a utterly cosmic crafting, and thus must certainly be meteoric in origins.
Although experts are seldom taken without a grain of salt, our colleague, the Electromagnetic Archeologist, is presently employing all manner of advanced guesswork and other strategies in researching the purpose, and/or antiquity, and/or visionary aspects of this most auspicious artifact.
An Obliteratarium oscillates incessantly in recent weeks as denizens ficto-quizzical cavort with cohorts of Future Death towards a teleprescient spectacle to unfurl in the last throes of April. Unfurling not so far from Foster Burger, Earth mind you!
Here in an approximation of a parallel glimpse, a multi-versatile configuration of possibilities aligned accordingly, is evidenced. Sanitized white suits can hardly contain the unsane pursuits bubbling beneath these most officious apparel for parallel worlds.
Planets collude, galactic interference becomes as reasonable grist for the mill as trees are conspiratorial colleagues in officiating a gesamtkunstwerk of connective fibrous disciplines.
Redshift
Communications, love, and existing in an era.
April 30th and May 1, 8pm
Conundrums of communication emerge across towns, time and space. From cave-dwelling Quakers, grunge lovers in New Jersey to galactic beings in an ever expanding Universe, the prospect of exchange is obstructed by distances real and imagined.
Cross wiring chasms from the cinematic, literary and theatrical; in alliance with Future Death Toll and Erik Bader, messages will be mixed and echoes mistaken half-knowingly as correspondence from afar.