Quail Ye Kings

Elvises are in the house. That's just a thread in the overall dimensional doily we've been fashioning with every material available. Chaos builds a messy nest or a very complex structure and sometimes the difference between those two is not so opposite as perceptually tricky. Texts are spells are doorways are rhizomes are perceptual tools. This is a time travel thought experiment. This is fiction and so it has no bearing upon reality, so don't worry. Elvis really can cut a rug. We recommend everyone do the same.

On a Winding Stair

This is just a story. The story that is a thread. The history is twisted as somebody's sister. 

What Was That Joke

about time travel? Threads, again, we're reminded, run multi-directional. There are possible trajectories. We'd have to consult Herb, who knows all of the punchlines. Past, present and future.

Cascadia Groove Transit

The summertime shimmy-shake requires much realignment, and thus stargazing at altitudes above the many waters in the clear of the high desert sky. As such the Phoenix Nest decamps for a better view of the rising Regulus. Talismanic calculations and inter-dimensional physics indicate many shifts. What is called for in such a season is funky motion, shambolic sashays and gravity-challenging gyrations. Dance.

Latest Craze Many Waters Dancewise

Summer is an excellent time to be airborne.

Summer Tsunami Surf

When syzygy strikes the nodes of the moon.

Midnight Radio

Investigation continues regarding expressive interpretive strategies in translation of emanations from The Medusa Recordex.