Living our queer, twisted truth. Stories, art, love, and cantankerous cats.
Akela Jean Underland has had enough. The suitcases are back, Rogit is encroaching, and — Bastet help us — the chicken has entered the kitchen. Unlicked, betrayed, and emotionally unraveling, our Catdiva delivers a devastating monologue in three acts.
Let them come. She remains… dramatic.
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 Underland Review is calling for strange truths, haunted fragments, and beautifully unreliable narrators. This zine is a lie — and we want your glitch-lit, cursed files, and poetry with fangs. No bios required. No CVs. Just the work. Deadline: May 10th.
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.
Mowgli writes again from the sacred folds of the Velveteen Blanket, where peace is fleeting, Akela is sprawling, and a chicken may or may not be an omen. A journal of feline philosophy, betrayal, and poultry surveillance. Featuring: bi-ambulators, dignity under siege, and one very strategic hairball.
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 latest Catanic Verses scroll drops claws-first into digital drama. What do dodgy Signal chats, enchanted subpoenas, and feline surveillance have in common? Join the Fellowship of the Paw for holy satire, subtextual screams, and cat-laden prophecies that may or may not be legally binding. 🐾 #CatCult #SignalScandal
Pawlm and Purrerb included. Fellowship convened. Purring optional. Treats mandatory.
#CatanicVerses #BookOfMeow #SundaySermon
PAWMEN 🍗
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.
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.
Caught in a suspicious group chat? A man from “Atlantic” lurking in your Signal threads? This week, Poe offers unsolicited emotional support, biting wisdom, and an escape plan involving bins, PowerPoints, and poultry. Featuring security clearances that don’t exist, tabs you should absolutely not trust, and advice only a partially feral diva cat could give.
