Says illustrator Ethan Gould:
His parachutic nomenclature already decompressing into his semiotic shell, the Greatest Music Critic In The Universe, having drifted into the front arena under the power of Rock, prepared to have his polarity blown all over his stumpy shins. He even heard the band didn’t mind bootleg microphone setups.
(More on magnets: http://chronolect.com/archives/690.)
Coffee is just that fucking delicious. I have nothing else to add, today.
(Pictures of actual coffee that I have consumed, at some point: http://chronolect.com/life-times/the-author-drinks-deli-coffee-some-mornings.)
Blue/yellow/orange.
We ain’t made this album yet… But we will… Maybe…
Unhelpful, unhelpful gravities. Holdin us down. Stand up into a heavy rain. The rain goes up, and the gravity reverses, and the universes moves into a new vibration.
The doodles, illustrations, & illuminations of writer Wythe Marschall—culled from countless brown Muji notebooks, cruelly manipulated in Photoshop, & hyperdigitally formatted for YOUR viewing pleasure.
My website:
chronolect.com
My florilegium, or collection of ill quotations:
florillegium
My Tumblelog of other people's visualizations of terror, horror, and gnostic madness:
Third Fear
