Phantom Trash

Forsaken lore and Waking paralysis dreams

Review of something: anything.

How vindicating to have known it was coming all along but still discovering glee at being there to herald its arrival. (Subject) has revived (concept) insomuch as it de-vived it, providing a sort of negative charge to the things we so love about things being brought...

The Digital Age

Welcome to the digital age. It’s full of Crumb Brulee and other weird dustbunny hoarding. The internet strings that you put into the wall go into the computer, which turns mushy signals into music and pornography. Science hasn’t discovered how it does that, but we are...

Acceptance

This whole idea is of frogs. And I mean the whole of it. Everything in the idea is related to the little bulbous eyes, the froggy, muscly legs. I can’t escape that the core of the idea — the heart of the thing — is that heart of a frog, the kind that goes “Cruk” and...

CumBubble

The guy is self-aware, which is something that I respect despite how grotesque he is. You see, every morning, Joe Risquik gets up and takes a big, coagulating wad of last night’s jizz, sticks a bike pump in it, and inflates it for about thirty-eight minutes, if not...

EkkRole

A metro high, the bilge rat that squeaks his way through the aether of sewer miasma finds his reflection in the growing green mist. I found it too. I’ve found everything, lately. All the things I haven’t looked for. All the faces we were avoiding. All the shadows that...