FICTION – ΔΔΔ ALT-SPECTRE ΔΔΔ, POST # 696969 : TI-30 X-HUMAN

Practical hacks from digital occult sophisticates for the everyday Internet of Ectoplasmic Things, with your hosts: Mozen and Crowzniak (by Bobby Dixon, Justin Blowers, and Matt Murphy)   [hey crowz i found this in the recycling bin. the same recycling bin everyone else uses but we all know it just goes to the trash & […]

FICTION – ΔΔΔ ALT-SPECTRE ΔΔΔ, POST # ▀ : iWasteland

Practical hacks from digital occult sophisticates for the everyday Internet of Ectoplasmic Things, with your hosts: Mozen and Crowzniak (by Bobby Dixon and Matt Murphy)   Water from the receding shorelines moves through the desert in a pipeline engineered to carry oil, but oil is not the hot resource any more. It is water that […]

#DEBAUCH2015 INTERVIEW: Dan Destructo of NO FRAUD

Photo from No Fraud’s Facebook page. No Fraud — one of the acts at Debauch 2015 this weekend – is an authentic Florida punk legend around my parts. They have been one hell of a loud, intense, high-energy, thrashy hardcore punk band since 1984, which is actually not too long after I was born. They’ve […]

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FICTION – ΔΔΔ ALT-SPECTRE ΔΔΔ, POST 333: SMARTPHONE FROM HELL

Practical hacks from digital occult sophisticates for the everyday Internet of Ectoplasmic Things, with your hosts: Mozen and Crowzniak (by Bobby Dixon and Matt Murphy)   Hey Weirdos,   My maybe-boyfriend (hereafter referred to as “Boynerdfriend”) literally made me a custom smartphone.  I think it might be from Hell or another parallel creeper dimension though.  It’s […]

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FICTION – ΔΔΔ ALT-SPECTRE ΔΔΔ, POST 42: CHELLY, SOUPE à LA TORTUE

Practical hacks from digital occult sophisticates for the everyday Internet of Ectoplasmic Things, with your hosts: Mozen and Crowzniak (by Bobby Dixon and Matt Murphy) Good evening, sirs   Last year my mother cleaved her relationship with my stepfather. And I would I miss him but I do not have time for wistfulness, just a […]

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FICTION – ΔΔΔ Alt-Spectre ΔΔΔ, Post 33: Richard, Spear of Destiny

Practical hacks from digital occult sophisticates for the everyday Internet of Ectoplasmic Things, with your hosts: Mozen and Crowzniak (by Bobby Dixon and Matt Murphy)   Hi, call me “Richard,” I guess? I’m writing you because I’m pretty sure that my vape pipe is making me have out of body sexual experiences with other men. […]

A fucked up collage featuring Ben Franklin and some other obscurred stuff.

FICTION – “This is Debbie?” She Asked

  Fun fact: Chuck Livid originally made a cameo in this story, and not even in a subtle way, although I invented a fictional (very fucked up) dad for him.  That, in turn, fictionalized this alternate universe version of Chuck, so don’t ask him about his fictional dad’s Nazi porn fetish unless you want blank […]

Gnarly demon skull lady with pentagrams over her breasts, sticking her bloody middle finger up, behind a valentine's hearts plus pentagram pair with exaggerated digital artifact.

FICTION – Huge, Huge, Huge Pentagram

  I wrote this in 2011.  I am neither a Satanist nor a skater, I also try not to say the word “bitch”, though I totally have listened to a bunch of Christian death metal (by accident, and on purpose).     — My friends and I, when we were young and behaved like dolphin-harpoons […]

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FICTION: Gamerz, B!

  This is actually a “newer” story that I wrote just two years ago but didn’t put out visibly.   — She tipped over the wine-glass, watched the contents drizzle out. This would not, she decided, be her privately acted-out “someone is filming my indie-movie life” moment. She would not be playing the corpse-to-be; the listless […]

Barista getting a gun pointed at his head, which is spitting out a zeta function curve. Lots of obsessive notes to himself in the background, too. Hand drawn, sort of.

FICTION: Good Morning, My Captain. Fuck.

  This story appeared previously in print in a college lit annual.  I wrote it about 11 years ago.  I still basically like it, though I’ve made some tiny embarrassment-mitigating edits. — I. The coffee machines whined and screamed and spelled out pipe organ serenades to soy substitute latte froths. The tips (coins) jingled in my […]