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.
Tag Archives: writing
The Underland Review: Call for Submissions
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.
Of Molluscs and Men-A Tentacle Tale.
Of Molluscs and Men
Ever seen a dead octopus squirm? I hadn’t either—until I found myself at a Korean welcome dinner watching the male staff do battle with a still-pulsing tentacle in the name of masculinity. I, blissfully testosterone-deficient, was exempt. This is a tale of cultural rites, side dish diplomacy, and the silent horror of watching your boss devour something that might bite back.
FAce-lIft Continuation IX
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
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.
FAce-lIft Continuation VIII
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 III (A Guide to Feline Philosophy)
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 🍗
FAce-lIft Continuation VIII
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.
Pando
In the stillness of Utah’s oldest forest, a voice speaks—not of bark or leaf, but of shared breath and memory. Pando, the largest living being on Earth, remembers everything. It has watched the two-legged ones build, destroy, and misunderstand. But this is its story—of roots deeper than time, of protection, of quiet power. And of the day it decided one visitor would not be allowed to forget.
FAce-lIft Continuation VII
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.
