Possibilities are not endless.  Calcified time strata accumulate incessantly then bubble up as visionary rumors on a latter day search engineering expedition.  That this vidsonic debris is either a bootleg acquired during geologically recent redshifts, or: a compendium of glitch speciation, ditto on acquisition, that’s 2 out of about 2,700 results.  The end is near,  This Owl has spoken.

Cryogenic keepings of frozen forecasts have been inadvertently thawed, revealing a sort of disheveled map. Within this info-graphic array— the dizzying spell of winged migrations that will befall (((WFT))) in coming weeks–is foretold!  Hurtling this ficto-quizzical milieu will be,  in varied trajectories.  Weird Fiction will be transported to the nethermost craters of the Willamette Valley, i.e., Ditch Project Space in Springfield, OR.  Together with the miasmic machinists, Future Death Toll ,on the eve of 20 February, to accelerate the concurrent Ditch Freeze event into a new dark age.

Come March 6th, in the forestal abysm of Olympia, under the auspices of the Hall of The Woods, still greater swathes of immemorial lunacy will be heralded across the pacific northwest patches of spaceship earth! Witness the Olympia Noise Fest, if you can fathom such an affront!

As winter warbles and spring time creeps in, other avenues, looming now on the outskirts of this sphere, will be more tangibly deciphered and so remain: to be announced!