FAce-lIft Continuation II

I made paintings. Tech advanced I let the algorithm chew on them. fAce-lIft™ is what happened when I asked AI to distort, not dictate — to echo, not replace. The result? Something almost beautiful, slightly haunted, and very much still mine. If that makes you uncomfortable… good. Come look anyway.

The Catanic Verses II

From the highest shelf they preach, from beneath the fridge they conspire. This week’s Catanic Verses deliver feline gospel, strategic silence, and the sacred mystery of Stage 4. Coveting? Sinful. Tuna? Questionable. Trust? Misplaced.

Pawlm and Purrerb included. Fellowship convened. Purring optional. Treats mandatory.

#CatanicVerses #BookOfMeow #SundaySermon

PAWMEN 🍗

FAce-lIft

I made paintings. Tech advanced I let the algorithm chew on them. fAce-lIft™ is what happened when I asked AI to distort, not dictate — to echo, not replace. The result? Something almost beautiful, slightly haunted, and very much still mine. If that makes you uncomfortable… good. Come look anyway.

Cafe Sospreso

In a world that feels colder by the day, sometimes all it takes is a quiet act of kindness to remind us we still belong. Caffè Sospeso is a story of grief, hope, and the warmth that lingers in a stranger’s generosity.

Poe ‘Vices

This week in Poe’vices, a vegetarian writes in with woes about Trump, eggs, and economic despair. Poe responds as only Poe can—with rage, rock-licking advice, and a spiritual endorsement of emotional support chickens. As always, the solution is… EAT. CHICKENS.

Dispatches from the Void. V.II

The household remains in upheaval as the energetic spaniel continues her reign of terror. The cats are plotting. We spectate.​ And await our fate.

The Catdiva Monologues

They brought it home.
That floppy, bug-eared interloper.
That sycophantic imposter

It has breath like betrayal and a brain possessed by the caninion devil on LSD after coffee and a slurp of Red Bull.