A conversation between two authors

A convo bw writers on collaboration, challenges of pub at the fringe, signal to noise, david Mack, neil Gaiman, gonzo...

The H2O Conspiracy

Also see Gonzomentary.

Mother Hive Brain From 1995

These started showing up in graffiti, at malls, etc in 1995. Track references in later works and through other disorganizations since...

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MAKE MONEY AT HOME from NemiTode Industries

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We Don't Know Where This Leads

Intentional dreaming experiment: tonight I will dream of taking a long ride on a 19th century steam driven train, fucking myself to hellth with the Scarlet women of the Apocalypse while the great minds of that century have a great debate in the background about the nature of the subconscious.

Specific enough? Just need to visualize it and access the narrative and things are bound to get weird-----

From my journal when I was petitioning the College of Aethyric Sciences, back when that's how that thing worked. Beginning the experiment again. 

And then... more on the mask. I've begun the blueprints. It began when dreams were kickstarted by several synchronicities with a South American diablo mask, and then this-- 

More as it develops. I'd like to present the methodology behind exploring these symbols and building dialogues with the subconscious, and whatever exists under/through/behind/in it...

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Connections to the canyon - "It will always go up!" - Controlled deflation conflagration...

The collapse was part of the ritual - the very crust of the earth the pyre.

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(ЯR) The Reptilian Resistance - The College of Ætheric Sciences

It seems that the CAS is becoming active again.

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A smoke signal - Now gather round and dance, our lovely butterflies. Fear not when you hit play - the trigger was pulled some time back.

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Rosetree Parable

by Narrator

The key was a seed and when she swallowed it, a huge rosetree grew from her stomach and fed us all for thousands of years until one day an evil lord used the law of the land to claim the tree as his own and began charging the folk to collect the nectar, the petals, the branches and then, to increase his profits, he began harvesting from the tree and exporting her body parts to distant countries in exchange for strange new drugs and spices to sell to the folk, but he took too much and the tree withered until all that was left was a bush and a legend. If only we had risen up and cut off his head, it would not have come to this. We must always resist the tyranny of those who would steal what belongs to everyone.

Facedown

Facedown by agent139

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Adam Jones was living the life: good job, sweet girlfriend (a redhead to boot), car, house. But in just one year, he will be incarcerated for participation in a vast terrorist conspiracy.
It all started with Bradley the Buyer, calling him from the annals of their sordid past. Bradley, a first-rate freak and self-proclaimed criminal mastermind. Maybe it was boredom or curiosity, but he took the call.
Soon, Adam is doing "Ops" with his psychotic friend. When a reality prank goes too far, he tries to get out. But it is already too late. There is no way out but through.
By the end, he finds out how deep the rabbit-hole goes, but not before sacrificing his body, soul, and his cozy suburban dream in the process.
Written off the headlines, this modern myth blurs the lines between fiction and reality.

From the Fallen Nation world.

404 Documents: Full Circle

Bradley picked up the phone attached to the grimy wall of a bullet-proof glass shield. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead. I sat on the other side, feeling fractured. A flash of sudden sympathy seemed to twinkle in his eye and disappeared just as quickly.
“It had to be you. Nothing personal,” he said. “Do you know how many Agent 888’s there are in the world?”

I felt the confines of my reality drawn and quartered. “Fuck you, man. Jesus. Fuck you. Why did you do it?”

“A sacrifice had to be made. You understand ritual, don’t you?”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“We need the chaos to instigate change,” he said. Like that explained anything. “As in surgery, an action should be done clearly, directly, and with lucidity. Ordo ab Chao, order through chaos.”

“That made me deserve this?” I asked.

“No one deserves anything. We don’t deserve to get sucked off or shot or starve, we didn’t deserve to get born. It fucking happened. Deal with it. But, if you want to pin yourself with some, oh I don’t know? ...complicity, then here you go: every t-shirt you ever bought, every collect-able lunchbox or bobble-head or piece of memorabilia. Every porno you ever watched since the time you first learned to masturbate. Every raunchy microwave burrito you purchased from the 7/11. You willingly participated in this deception, and for that you are guilty. That is why you now stand where you stand. You willingly allowed yourself to be deceived. So before you judge me for what I chose to do, please realize that your shtick was ineffective and banal. I am productive and effective. I’m sorry that it leaves you on that side of the glass, and me on this side. But that’s how it is, and how it will always be.”

And then he hung up the phone and walked. Out of my life, forever.

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The phone rang.

“One last op,” the voice on the other end said.

I reached for a mentholated cigarette from the pocket on the vest of my t-shirt. “Bradley, listen. I told you. You’re spun. None of this is even real, man. It’s in your head. I think you should probably stop entertaining your paranoid delusions and try to actually get help,” I said.

He laughed. “Don’t you remember? Don’t you see? You’ve been one of us, all along.”

He took a deep breath and sighed, insinuating his displeasure.

“One last op, and you’re done,” he said before tossing his phone in the trash as he strolled past.