We Are…
- artists of all medium. We are..
- an uncensored Zentertainment Coven.
- We are the Chapel Ridiculous replete with trickster clowns and bearded queens.
- neurodivergent panic purveyors with more social anxieties, mood disorders, and elementary phobias than you’ve ever heard of. We already know our DSM codes. We are..
- a scatological romp through manure-laden pastures. We are..
- punching insecure neo-Nazi cupcakes in their shill fucking faces for being of such low moral caste and timid repute that they suck up to bloodsucker middlemen who are expendable pawns to their elitist masters.
- We are an over-exaggerated underestimation of supraliminal hyperbole. We are..
- the disabled, the infirmed, the elderly, and the otherwise undesirable denizens of one of the countless prejudiced, congenial societies punctuating the landscape. We are..
- a failed attempt to enervate the masses. We are..
- would-be spree killers who have our crosshairs bearing down on the 1% financial elite who have enjoyed their billions long enough. Now, it’s time to spread it out among the rest of the world’s citizens so that they don’t have to choose between filling their gas tanks and paying their rent or between eating actual food and wearing clean clothes. Maybe those CEOs who bank 220x more than their employees could give a little back to the regular folks like us in the peanut gallery eating ice cold cream of broccoli with a spork for dinner.
- We are the arbiters of our False Fates who have reached the anathema of transmogrification through the metaphysical processes of Theriomorphosis. We are..
- politically necessary, but hardly tasteful.
- the final bastion of Sadosexual Thanatology on the face of the 353 timeline.
- We are in the hypersphere. We are anywhere the nucleoli.
- mercury spiked lemonade on a dog-day afternoon. We are..
- pill-popping, joint rolling, edible eating, severely spun-out, wayward delinquents surviving at the poverty line bald, toothless, and in diapers thanks to a spastic colon.
- We are Ontological Mercenaries who stand in stark defiance of the Ultraconservative right wing’s Christo-Nationalist agenda for a tyrannical ethnostate outlined in Project 2025. This plan proposes cuts to healthcare and education, it targets members of the Democratic Party and the newsmedia for criminal investigation, it suggests mass deportations of immigrants, and many other extreme tenets of devaluing and divesting from our civil liberties for the next Republican President’s first 180 days in office. Their intentions are laid out in a 925-page document from The Heritage Foundation, a think tank that has promoted such ideas since the Reagan era and is now filled with dozens of Trump loyalists, such as Russell Vought who drafted Project 2025 and who is now the Director of the Office of Management and Budget. This guy is a serious problem to our civil rights and especially to healthcare, food insecurity, affordable housing, and social safety nets that hundreds of millions of Americans rely on. We must not quarrel among ourselves no matter your specific political niche. As Chuck D said, “We’ve got to fight the powers that be!” We are..
- Bigfoot’s video swagger, or Sasquatches’ plaster-cast footprint, or Yeti hair fibers in a petri dish. Evidence for the myth, but not the myth encountering itself on the game board of the ongoing simulation.
- the legendary Zenwalker Seiderkin, a mythical group of halfling samurais who take dabs all the time and practice their swordsmanship with devout patience and relentless fury. We are..
- three sword strokes from Zoro’s blade.
- Latter Satanic Dervishism amidst the eschatological ultraviolet Dragon’s breath. We are..
- Mobb Zee – Murda Magik. And you’re a bunch of Shook Ones.
- We are the fountainhead of Heretical Religiosity & Occultural Nuances for the 21st century.
- dominating the Subversive Paradigm since XXXV ain no stan ass. We are..
- the only outfit where you can use buy now pay later services to purchase on-demand aeonic disturbances and morphogenetic capitalist suppression at an affordable and competitive rate. We are..
- swivel-chair vigilante bong luminaries from the Bardo Tellus server.
- the utmost pinnacle of of Psychedelic Satanic Transdeistic Xenomdimensionalism.
- We are like a store that doesn’t have prices on the merchandise … if you need to ask you shouldn’t be shopping there.
- not your grandmother’s Illuminati.
- We are a globally expansive art collective that manifests its magick through various mediums and modalities, applying our skill sets towards a communal sharecrop with a hefty memetic payload. We’ve been self-producing albums of genre-defying musick since 2001, the year we founded our Disorganization. Since that time, we’ve had meat meets in the Arizona desert during the summer solstice and we’ve held book release dance parties at underground goth clubs during the autumnal equinox in Reno. We’ve developed our craft since the 1990s, and we are old enough to remember when Metallica was a thrash band from the Bay Area that didn’t suck cheesy donkey balls, playing pop music that is all too radio friendly. Our tentacles reach into every nook and cranny of the occultural milieu here on our oft-revered packet-switching microverse and we’ve only begun to expose you to our epic plagues of devotion, disaster, and destabilization.
- lazily virtuous, yet virtually lazy.
- [They are] smaller, with more angst, and yet, more of the same. [as compared to the Z(cluster)]
- We are an alchemical chimera of the collective imagination of the authors of Join My Cult! It is one of our meme-bearer’s first novel.
- the rightful heirs to Atlantis bent on reclaiming Costa Rica and its coffee plantations. We are..
- anti-establishmentarianism’s counterrevolutionaries for interdenominational belief system assemblies.
- We are a warm campfire for the Heterodox Necrosorcerer to lay themselves around after a whirlwind evening of skyclad stark raving (star craving?) lunacy, where dancing around a flaming 36ft tall straw effigy of the heteropatriarchal satan was the order of the night.
- a probability wave function on the verge of collapsing from the folds of chaos into a reality tunnel near you.
- territorializing Nu Sumeria in the Arid Zone desert. We are..
- a celestial anomaly submerged beneath the silent electrons of psyberspace.
- We are the primary candidates of the chosen curmudgeonhood who initiate the airing of the grievances at the dinner table prior to eating on Festivus.
- We are the Ultramagnetic Philthy Phew. We are..
- the fruit of what will be swinging from the branches of what al-most was.
- We are anti-Vampire Management.
- We are the cool, cool mountaineers that believe if one is Zen, and careful to plot one’s trajectory, and able to catch one’s self when the thought first arrives in one’s path, then maybe we can interrupt the recording and splice in some new data. If we can FREEZE that element of infatuation, that untraceable passing moment of chaste diablerie, one’s fascination, glamour, mojo, sorcery, witchcraft, and synchronicity. It embodies when one’s current posture has yet to let the sin of fruition bring one’s minds out into the light of Prometheus’ Fire, which was bestowed as an unmatched gift unlike any before it. It is akin to innocence, chastity, purity, virginity, decency, continence, honor, integrity, modesty, morality, and the ritual purification which does not exist in our reality as a rite of passage for the modern adolescent human doing.
- We are the secret house of z0s q1a long bereft of lordship unto the kingdom of Zian.
- attempting to birth an Ideal Magickal Tribe. We are..
- the derivative of the plasma dispersion function of an argument.
- We are fixed at zero.
- the Octarine Hand syndicate. We are..
- uniquely defined and finite if and only if z is a positive definite matrix.
- We are a non-local event at an intimate apex. We are..
- a figment of the Internet. We do not exist. We serve no cause other than to feign existence.
- manifestations of the unmanifest.
- We are an apparel provider with bone-casting skills and cowrie shells in our dreads. Our T-shirts and sigil stickers are empowered circuit boards for the impromptu enchantment (or disenchantment, as the case may be) of our intents that use the shirts or sticker designs as the launch pad from which we may arch back, pivot, and cast the the lines of our probability manipulation. We are..
- the new occultural elite. We hold that every man and woman is a black hole and that the infinite is the void. We are..
- Working Sex Magicians in good standing.
- We are the Feral Light of ibLis. We..
- are all NEUROSURGEONS!! We are..
- Prometheus unbound. We deny possession. We embrace the Nuflesh. We can not be controlled. We are..
- indistinguishable from the Chao.
- We are poverty-class manufacturers of wealth-quality handcrafts. Our products are simple, humble, universally styled, and extremely well-constructed articles of everyday casualwear designed especially for the discerning radicalized mutant Mushroom Mistress Witnesses who kollaborate with their kitschy kovens of klose-kusped kinder khaotes who wish to express their support of our endeavors, numerous and worthwhile as they are.
- We are in service to A.T.W.A. — the air, trees, water, and air: all the way alive. We are..
- that we are… realizing that we aren’t.
- a chemognostically enhanced non-profit media manipulation agent on a kamikaze suicide mission to implode korporate konsumer kulture worldwide.
- We are the Xenopredacious Zeepotheosis.
- Chaoism on wax. We are..
- pointed commentary on those fucking shoes, dude.
- Phoenix fricassee (the untold events of 2004 and the Counter-Culture Cafe DJ’d keg capers). We are..
- emotional flack ricocheted off your Moms.
- We are re-inventing the We’ll. We Are..
- shoving ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag.
- We are the arbiters of the thaumaturgic formula of W.E.W.I.L.L.
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