Living in Salem

 Living in Salem has its perks.

[Poem] Pinball Casserole

 by Emmit Other

The stars say your chosen
But your life is a joke
The world is full of wonder
But makes you wanna toke
Unlimited power coming
That you must never use
That leaves just my two hands
But the Dark Triads they Accuse
They know that I can see them
And to the sheep the lie
I'm supposed to be a Shepard
But they just make me want to die
I can unlock secrets
That others never find
But I'm so fucking strange
That they just stay there in my mind
I didn't ask to be strange
Though I've tried to choose the wise
Instead I'm in the void
Former friends me then despise
The truth is not what people
Really want to know
They line up for the Triads
And their blood cult carny show.

 

The World Soup: A Symphony of Pandemonium

What happens when cosmic exploration, interdimensional warfare, sentient vegetables, celestial benefactors, and an inexplicably large pink toad collide?

Welcome to The World Soup: A Symphony of Pandemonium, a surreal journey through a universe where absolutely anything can happen, and frequently does.

From the Champions of the Portal and the mysterious Lictaire to planetary upheaval, botanical transformations, and a culinary apocalypse, this fantastical poem careens between science fiction, high fantasy, absurdist comedy, and outright linguistic mayhem.

Expect prismatic forests, impossible creatures, dancing ice cream, the Grapes of Wrath, and a chef wielding a particularly ominous cleaver.

Reality is optional. Gravy is inevitable.

Tossing Grenades at Windmills presents an extraordinary exercise in imaginative storytelling, collaborative absurdism, and the glorious unpredictability of creative expression.

Runtime: 15 minutes, 10 seconds.

Episode artwork: Featuring Hieronymus Bosch's public domain masterpiece, The Garden of Earthly Delights.

The end comes with gravy and mashed potatoes.

The Queen in Blue - The Lost Story

[Poem] Heck of a Show

by Emmit Other

Can you hear

Can you hear

The callipee music playing

Emphasis on the pee

Humans are usually like a dumpster fire

Of opposing conflicting ideas

16 impossible ways

Before breakfast

Before breakfast

But the men who think themselves

Apex

Ultra Supra Mega Alpha

Predators

Are the first

The first Say I

To wet themselves in the face of cosmic horror

So now you hear the Caliopee music

Playing as they wet themselves

Themselves they wet

Don't you fret

Im sure you've met

The Ultra Supra Mega Alpha

Who wet themselves

Who wet themselves

Like walking dollies

That can cry

And can take a bottle

So afraid

Of what's inside

What's inside

What's inside is shit

An ugly bag of shit

In a kitchen plastic bag

A plastic bag of shit

They know they're empty

Empty shells

Empty shells

Plastic bags of shit

Real honor does not hide

It is just is

It is just is

And does the wee just sit right there

If you've eyes to see

Ultra Supra Mega Alpha wet themselves

Wet themselves

If you show a mirror

They cannot stand

Cannot stand

Defiance

Brittle snowflake eggshells

Walking on them

Walking on eggshells

The tiny tiny outer shell

Wrapped around

A plastic bag with dogshit