Cosmos Catalog

Universe 0000383

The third planet orbits a hot glowing ball of hydrogen and helium, 4.5 billion years old, at the center of the solar system. A yellow dwarf star providing the right conditions to make an oasis. Spawning a diverse threshold of not just biodiversity, but of peoples and cultures. Beings that would go on to do great things furthering prosperity with love and passion while others would drag souls through the dredges of hate and malice. Religious figures of note would be martyred and pilgrimages would cross oceans. Time has flowed as the vascular current within Âdńâŵtê and in the realest of ways parallels can be just that in action and violence against the same peoples and telling mirrored stories about success in sorrow and triumph in tragedy.

CLMOTP_Chicken Lo Mein on the Prairie
FFG_Five Finger Gauntlet

Universe 0000419

The eternal love of Œâlâœã flows endless through the fog, mist, haze and fuzz of silly  human interactions, connections and miscommunications. She can only guide those who listen and follow to love the self, love the partner, love the family, love the friend, love the community and love the world around them. That means love the intoxicating come up of success, love and company as well as the sobering come down of failure, heartbreak and isolation. A therapy, a healing, a reality, a blessing from the allmother. A matriarch’s totem, treasure and torture shared in faith, compassion, care and truth to which the world can be blind and harsh too. A gift from her to the child and the children of her. 

@LSD

Universe 0000507

Pain isn’t a teacher but another game of telephone between neuronic impulses. A stimulus devoid of benevolence or its parallel. Being one substance of sorrow, an addictive entheogen at that, it’s thought that its avoidance is abstinence, but in truth the loss of pain’s virginity is the attempted celibacy against the compulsive condition cursed after its first taste.  The bane of pain means lamenting loss, agonizing over acceptance, the lessons of  lethargic leached logic in that and the troubling tremor filled triumph in morose mournful melancholic memory. Sans the sting, burn, prod, ache and torment of itself all’d be lost to learning, understanding and joy.

MC_Marigold Charred
RV_Ruptured Vessels
SAT_Shea Award Theatre

Universe 0000590

In a world where the corporate elite go unchecked, corporations now run the country. The climate crisis is at a point where most of the southern United States lives in wet bulbous conditions. Homelessness is considered a death sentence. Most 3rd world countries no longer have an established government. Major cities house people in tight small spaces. The rich live above the filth of those below.

RR_Rage Range
DR_Discoball Rot
TGP_Third Greased Pig
Traphouse