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- artists of all medium. We are
- an uncensored Zentertainment Coven
- We are the Circus 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.
- 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
- the disabled, the infirmed, the elderly, and the otherwise undesirable denizens of one of the countless prejudiced, congenial societies punctuating the landscape.
- 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 alchemical processes of Theriomorphosis
- politically necessary, but hardly tasteful
- the final bastion of Sadosexual Thanatology on the face of the Bardo Tellus Server
- in the hypersphere. We are anywhere the nucleoli.
- mercury spiked lemonade on a dog-day afternoon
- pill-popping, joint rolling, edible eating, severely spun-out wayward delinquents surviving at the poverty line bald, toothless, and in diapers due to a spastic colon
- We are Ontological Mercenaries, standing against the right wing's Christo-Nationalist agenda for a tyrannical ethnostate known as Project 2025. This plan outlines cuts to healthcare and education, targets within the Democratic Party and media, mass deportations of immigrants, and extreme proposals for the next Republican President's first 180 days. Their intentions are laid out in a 925-page document from The Heritage Foundation, a think tank that has promoted these ideas since the Reagan era and is now filled with Trump loyalists. We must not quarrel among ourselves. As Chuck D said, "We've got to fight the powers that be!"
- 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
- the legendary Zenwalker Seiderkin, a mythical halfling samurai who does dabs all the time and practices his katana with devout patience and relentless fury
- three sword strokes from Zoro's blade
- Latter Satanic Dervishism amidst the eschatological Ultraviolet Dragon's breath
- Mobb Zee - Murda Magik
- the fountainhead of Heretical Religiosity & Occultural Nuances for the 21st century
- dominating the Subversive Paradigm since XXXV ain no stan ass
- the only place to lay-away purchase on-demand aeonic disturbances and morphogenetic capitalist suppression at an affordable rate
- 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 applying our skill sets as we see fit. We've been self-producing albums of genre-defying musick since 2001, the year we founded our Disorganization. In 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. Our tentacles reach into every nook and cranny of the occultural milieu here on the triple W and we've only begun to expose you to our epimemetic plague of devotion, disaster, and destablization's virtues.
- lazily virtuous yet virtually lazy.
- smaller, with more angst, and yet, more of the same. [as compared to the Z(cluster)]
- a chimera of the collective imagination of the authors of Join My Cult!
- the rightful heirs to Atlantis bent on reclaiming Costa Rica and its coffee plantations
- antiestablishmentarianism's counterrevolutionaries for interdenominationalism
- a warm campfire for the Heterodox Necrosorcerer to lay around after a whirlwind evening of skyclad stark raving (star craving?) lunatics dancing around a flaming 36ft tall straw effigy of the heteropatriarchal satan
- 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 Mojave desert We are
- a celestial anomaly submerged beneath the silent electrons of psyberspace
- 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
- the fruit of what will be swinging from the branches of what al most was
- anti-Vampire Management
- We are the cool, cool moutaineers that believe if one is zen, and careful, and one catches one's self when the thought first arrives in one's path then maybe we can make it work again. If we can FREEZE that element of infatuation, that un-retraceable 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 bringing our minds out into the light of Prometheus' Fire 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.
- the secret house of z0s q1a long bereft of lordship unto the kingdom of Zion
- birthing an Ideal Magickal Tribe We are
- the derivative of the plasma dispersion function of an argument
- fixed at zero
- the Octarine Hand syndicate
- uniquely defined and finite if and only if z is a positive definite matrix
- 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 outfit with bone-casting skills and cowrie shells in our dreads. Our T-shirts are empowered circuit boards for the impromptu enchantment (or disenchantment as the case may be) of your intents that use our shirt designs as the launching pad from which we arch back, pivot, and cast.
- the new occultural elite. We hold that every man and woman is a black hole and that. The infinite is the void
- Working Sex Magicians in good standing
- the Feral Light of ibLis. We
- are all NEUROSURGEONS!!
- Prometheus unbound. We deny possession. We embrace the nuflesh. We can not be controlled
- indistinguishable from the Tao We are
- We are the poor-class manufacturers of high-quality handcrafts. Our products are simple, humble, universally styled, and extremely well-constructed articles of everyday casualwear designed especially for the discerning radicalized mutant of Mushroom Mistress Witnesses and their kitschy kovens of klose-kusped kinder khaotes who wish to express their support of our endeavors, numerous and worthwhile as they are.
- in service to A.T.W.A. 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
- thee Zeepotheosis
- Chaoism on wax
- pointed commentary on those fucking shoes, dude
- Phoenix fricassee (the untold events of 2004 and the Counter-Culture Cafe DJ'd keg capers)
- emotional flack ricocheted off your Moms
- e-inventing the we'll We Are
- shoving ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag
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