For disaster.
Take two table spoons of inadequacy
Fold.
FAce-lIft Continuation III
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 Velvet Revelation: Mowgli’s Blanketisms & Butt-licking Truths II
April is the cruellest month, bringing
Cruel fleas out from sleep, breeding
Memory and catnip, mixing
Dull fur with springtime static.
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.
