Swampie Colorized

 

Icerigger Cover Colorized

 

Escher Colorized

 

Adventure Time Dimensional Unraveling

 

Andetcetera

 A new post insinuating the matters of course 

be they late or latent on the tricks and trades 

of a whimsy game applied and played for by all 

the right ladders and leaders left over in the middle

 of a cluster of counting as benefactors in service to country

 and all of the rest. Gone to the devil and the devil god blessed.

 Heretofore acknowledging was not here left to rest. 

Administration of Necromancy

 

   The twisted parody that has become our American nightmare just keeps getting weirder and more horrifying with every passing moment. The president of the United States walking stiffly across the White House porch to address his minions looks like he's suffering from syphilis more than anything. The way his posture gives him that bent marionette stance, its easy to imagine spirochetes spiraling down his spine. 

   His dead lecherous face smeared with orange fake tan paste only enhances the cadaverous appearance. The man is a living caricature of some long forgotten Universal movie monster, more terrifying than Frankenstein's creature and shelved for fear it would cause a panic during the 30s. Now he's been brought to life in startling realistic 3D as he shambles to the rail to address the riff raff spread out before him. 

   Croaking like a mummified toad to the American people not to let the virus dominate their lives with his usual pained expression, one can only imagine the murmur running through the crowd as they stand transfixed before his basilisk gaze, utterly hypnotized by the malevolent mind control that must've been bestowed to him from arcane sorcery buried beneath the sealed tiles of the presidential suite. 

   The bewitchment spreads to his staff much in the manner of the virus sweeping the nation. His vice-president appears at the debate looking very much as if the White House mortician applied his makeup. His hollow eyed stare rimmed with red pink eye along with his expressionless face only enhance his zombie like appearance. A fly soon lands upon his stark white head and settles there for a few minutes.

   You can't make this stuff up. I'm afraid God can have nothing to do with having come up with any of this. I suspect if there ever was a God, he left long ago to find another job somewhere in the Universe. No one can help us now but ourselves. And that's precisely the terrifying part. For a race suffering from mass delusions that have reached a cracking point, it feels as if a new plague is about to be unleashed.

   An infestation begins to manifest from the molecular level on up. No amount of studious scientific research could possibly prepare us for the bizarre twists and turns this sixth extinction event may have in store for us. As the age old icebergs melt and more viruses are set loose into the atmosphere, there's no telling what on God's good forgotten green Earth is in store for us next. Retribution season is open. 

   

Notes on Exposure Therapy Before Catastrophizing Mental Filters

Affective partisan polarization engenders vindictive protectiveness. This leads to emotional reasoning becoming a contagion. Labeling this process creates magnification. Dichotomous thinking shifts the blame to the other. Overgeneralized negative reasoning paves our way toward discounting positives. All of these forces lead toward our inability to disconfirm our roles as mind-readers and fortune-tellers. Thus continues the entropic cycle of cognitive immolation we are all apparently well undergoing.