Also, Doom Guy has joined the polycule!
But our guts hurt badly, so I’m gonna take meds and go the fuck back to sleep. I just had a very weird dream almost entirely in Spanish that I was hanging out with Shakira.
-Castor (but not entirely sure yet)
Excellence and batshittery, done on purpose.
Iβm Lazarus. I make art, music, poems, plays, and magic for the quiet, brilliant, broken ones. If that is you, welcome home. I adopt your kind.
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More about me here.
Please note that, with rare exceptions, any and all names mentioned in this blog are pseudonyms except our own. We want to be able to speak freely without doxxing anyone.
Also, Doom Guy has joined the polycule!
But our guts hurt badly, so I’m gonna take meds and go the fuck back to sleep. I just had a very weird dream almost entirely in Spanish that I was hanging out with Shakira.
-Castor (but not entirely sure yet)
And with Shitter Twitter’s rebrand as X,
Can we start a petition to subtweet his ass every time he posts on there with the phrase “I’m pressing X to doubt”?
I’m exhausted, I’ll show myself out π€£
-AllΔna
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
In person socializing, mostly, unless you’re one of about five people on a very good day.
Alongside that, we seem to be slowly losing the ability to speak aloud due to burnout and fatigue. It’s just… Not something we want to do much anymore. We would rather do shit than talk about it. Idk.
-Lazarus
Stop. Don’t make me break out the Sorcery on you.
Sincerely,
-Lazarus, aka. The Management.


In the dream, I guess we had created an ad campaign for this site and these ads and others were fuckin EVERYWHERE, guerilla marketing style.
And I have to say, I think my subconscious kinda cooked here.
Seeing as more people seem to be commenting on here and about Open Sorcery in DMs (looking at our crush, Doom Guy, who finally gets a proper nickname on here), I’m gonna include my nifty email subscription form at the bottom of this post if you wanna follow us for further chaos.
If you’re on the Fediverse, please give us a follow! You’ll be rewarded with batshit content of all kinds π
Hehe.
-Lazarus
Okay, so..
As an offering of goodwill in this hellscape trash fire, Zelda brought me a can of a THC infused seltzer beverage.
The aforementioned beverage comes from a local brewery called Eagle Park Brewing. The flavor? Mystery flavor. And boy, did that mystery deliver. The following is a detailed review of this Marvelous Mystery.
I cracked open the can and was immediately greeted by the smell of strawberry. I sipped it, and the mystery flavor did, in fact, appear to be strawberry.
The interesting thing about this THC beverage (and what sets it apart from others I’ve tried) is that I couldn’t taste the THC. Most infused beverages have a rather distinct aftertaste that would not be great for, say, mixing with sodas or syrups, but this one had a very minimal aftertaste. It was also not too sweet, but not too heavy on the seltzer flavor, either. The flavor reminded me of strawberry flavored beers I’ve tried in the past.
Also, there was a fair bit of THC in this drink (10mg THC, 15mg CBD). I would be lying to you if I said I wasn’t a mite elevated right now.
It was great on its own, but if you want to get creative and make a knockout nonalcoholic cocktail, I would pair this with club soda, some mint and orange syrups, and top it all off with an orange and fresh mint as a garnish.
Top notch work, Eagle Park. I’ll be high in the sky for the next while…
-AllΔna
The world may be a dumpster fire, but our shitty downstairs neighbor is getting evicted after throwing a 45 minute plus rage fit at our property manager that I had the glorious pleasure of overhearing this day.
He’s out at the end of February π
Cheers, everyone. Justice has been served at last.
-AllΔna
If you claim something is “the natural order of things”, “how people were created”, what have you, yet it takes an entire culture of shame, self repression, and outright surveillance and policing to enforce that natural order, then maybe that “natural order” isn’t as natural as you think, is it?
Moreover, if the people who once believed in that “natural order”, who once shamed themselves, policed themselves and others, and repressed themselves stop repressing themselves and start deconditioning the decades of shame and control discover they feel better, maybe your so-called “natural order” and “way people were made” isn’t so natural after all, is it?
Apply the above wherever it applies.
Sincerely,
An Ex-Mormon Who Sees Through A LOT of The World’s Bullshit.
In all honesty, I never really think about that holiday??
My sweet Danish partner reminded me it existed today and I told him that due to my time blindness I’m likely to find myself in a situation out of a sitcom where someone who has a crush on me invites me over or something, I have no fucking clue what day it is, everyone else gets extremely upset with me, and I just end up rolling with it and they confess their love for me with flowers and chocolate and I’m like “I’m so sorry… what year is it again” π
I’ve forgotten my own birthday before. I’m not fucking kidding. I tend to forget Valentine’s Day exists especially hard because I wasn’t exactly…. Desirable until well into adulthood, and even now it’s still a mindfuck to me that people want to date me at all? So wheee. AuDHD is a helluva thing.
-AllΔna
I made my first zine today because I was bored and needed a vent. If you want a copy of your own, it’s free to download over here!








I hope you enjoyed this zine! I had a lot of fun making it.
-Castor