Standing like a figure from some Twain adventure i keep wondering when drubin's gonna put beads in that hair when the fires came up from the underworld he spit them out with a harsh breath i swear I have...

(a long, mischievous, tea‑steeped fungal comedy) At precisely five o’clock,when humanity pretends it is refined,the cordyceps wakes inside the teapotstretching its spores like velvet curtainsin a Victorian house that should have collapsedsomewhere around 1892. It yawns.It crackles.It makes that unmistakable fungal...

There are all sorts of fruits all around the world.Some sour,some sweet.Some taste tangy. And some help you defeat.What do you want to eat?An orange oh so sweet? Or a blood red apple?A delicious pear,or perhaps green apple?Fruits of so many...