A gentle cult

Please, Take My Children

They’re piling up

Honey, I Shrunk Monet

Yeah, I know that joke dates me. You can date me too; take a number

So What’s This Cult Nonsense All About?

A manifesto, of sorts

Premise:

Another Exciting Career Opportunity for Your Finger!

I’m out here pimping ALL your underappreciated…

Delicious New Recipes for Subverting Capitalism

And your weekly Booty Ghost devotional pamphlet

Northern Attitude

Why I cut off my mother

‘Lo child!

Undaunted

A letter from the place where the wild things are

Conversations Between Me and Myself

In which creative inertia qualifies me for godhood, apparently

On Being a Prototype

Perhaps you, too, are a collection of mismatched parts?