Research Continues Cosmic-Wise

Herb the Battle Unicorn-- The Action Figure has a re-designed web presence. An ancient rhizome of this mythic web rekindles, which is taken as omen-ous, of course. Meanwhile in West Texas, we donn't know. Walla Walla Wickidity Works continues translation of transmissions received by The Medusa Recordex. This mysterious other-dimensional invention occupies a conceptual void in what appears to be a closet in dimension very similar to this one. It has a different material nature, however, allowing the recording of events with perfect clarity in their many experiential whatever. It's complicated and resists explanation, so, wear something spangled and absurd. It will distract from your hair. This post will, as they do, evolve. Stay tuned.

disbelieving belief

Belief is such an overrated accessory and one is best advised to discard it before leaving the house, which de-necessitates any sort of dis-belief as well. A transfiguration cast West Texas-wise viewed via The Medusa Recordex, The Phoenix Cycle, named for an object which emerged from the chaosphere in June 2018, a pure product of The Hoodoo Altar, which itself emerged from the mysterious text associated with this project which is also associated with a notorious witch of these parts and other, continues its curious tumult through the electro-magnetosphere. The sentences are becoming ridiculously cumbersome, which is going to require further application of disguise science. Heed: changing forms is very good practice. Pretend a few people daily, Lulu. 

Midnight Radio Casting the Electron Thread

"The Medusa Recordex is an invention which exists in a dimension much like ours, but in which time  is somehow more fluid, at least relative to our own experience of it, which allows the device to access layers of space/time as pure, distilled, experience. That is a terrible description, the problem being the limitations of language when attempting to convey this sort of thing. Without absurdly mixed metaphors there would be no point in even attempting a description of the project. Why describe the project at all? Because it's become too weird not to try to  make sense of. Also, the description is a tool. The Medusa Recordex is the integrational consciousness of a rhizomic bunch if multi-media thought experiments. Because the experiments take place across media and dimension, the description does, likewise." The official statement. Much thought is put into coded messages, but that's a ruse.


This is a product of the Medusa Recordex. It's obviously intended as humor.

Rhizome Working

Herb the Battle Unicorn -- ¡The Action Figure!®™ has updated webwise, somewhat. Whatever. Don't worry your pretty heads about it.

Shimmer, Shiver, Shimmy, Shake

It's some kind of dance-quake here on the many waters as the midnight radio discusses rhizomic connectivity in the plasmatic prism of multidimensional groove. The laboratories are a-rumble in The New Black Mansion --further modes of enchantment revealing themselves. The new physics of our invented reality is beginning to take up residence, and in doing suggests ever more modes of rhizomic enchantment. The Wicked Witch, long rumored the force behind Walla Walla Wickidity Works is becoming more visible at the helm of the organization, since she and Lulu are now inseparable. West Texas continues to experience flip-side hi-jinks. (This story is, as usual, developing. It would be a surprise to nobody to see an update here from Nowhere.)

Song for Saturday

To Exist Fictitiously

There's the rub. The subject of an upcoming lecture at The New Black Mansion will address this exact topic. Whether a fictitious existence, once created, makes existence fictional shall be blathered about to no end. Boring as that will be, the question is problematic. Once that existence takes on a multi-dimensional aspect, the absurdity barrier is obliterated several times over, which renders the whole topic much too hilarious for a boring old lecture, so the lecture is likely to be only attended by the lecturer, but it will, nevertheless go out on the midnight radio to the stars, where it is cocktail party fodder, which is much preferred anyhow. Bling ring retrieved, phone home. Jiggered betwixt the physics. Mentioning cartoon logic is probably not necessary.