WUrmhole dEVILdOG

I walk with a pack of stray dogs, a brick from the tower of Babel, pockets of nuclear winter ash and a talisman from the headless God of mud. Sleep walking during the day and lucid dreaming at night, cleaning the HOUSE and purifying the LODGE, opening and closing doors, digging in the dirt, fighting evil, locating spatial and temporal anomalies, cryptozoology, apocalypticism, unnatural histories, automatic writing, appropriated mythologies, secret societies, therianthropy, lost things (and losing myself) kabalistic maps and other mneumagickal apparatuses, matter and sonic imprinting, molecular symbolism, Zos Kia Cultus, excavated alphabets, haunted pathways, quasi-quantum anthropological archaeology, dystopian and minimalist thought, Butoh, files, folders, making lists and notes and diagrams, prehistoric cybernetics, collecting hair, fingernails, avocado pits and dryer lint, xenomorphic folklore, unfiltered Sake, specter detectors, cold spots, transmuting poison, replikation, regeneration, my Father the Earth, my Mother the Moon, my Wife the Sun and my Daughter the Star, my Dogs the Day and my Cats the Night.Three times three times three eyes do not just look, but see and see I must. I found the last road I now must walk.