Look who's gone and done wrapped themselves a feature.



Gone and done updated ye olde production blog as well, apparently.
Now that's setting a dangerous precedent.

Love,
the dead minotaur

All is one except for when it isn't. In escaping the illusion of separation one becomes susceptible to the illusion of universality.
Each wall torn down feeds the horizon.
We must watch what we feed lest we expand an appetite beyond our means to sustain.
Remember these bags are only for your convenience.



No more and maybe less.

Love,
the dead minotaur

One day Tiffany Forni sat Quinn Allan down and asked him some questions.
I don't recall the details but I hear it went something like this:


Maybe not word-for-word, but you get the gist.

Love,
the dead minotaur

Satisfaction's a myth. For all practical purposes we're all just tubes, in-holes and out-holes and curly bits in between. No bottom to fill or limit to reach. Just things to pass things through.


But what good is knowing there's never enough when you know that knowing is never enough?
Ah, but what good indeed.

Love,
the dead minotaur

PS: Quinn agrees to disagree and so can you.

Don't take reasons from strangers.


Take strangers from reason.

Love,
the dead minotaur

Unintended misuse of language sentences so many of us to so many little dooms. Culture and society train us to repeat phrases that we never realize end up defining us, deforming us, twisting us to their will. Be wary of anything you say that follows "I am." These two words are the most powerful verbal trigger in an arsenal too often turned against its owner. The world cannot see inside you. The world can only see your actions and your declarations and often will not bother looking past the label you choose to scrawl upon your bag.



Even when you invite the world to tear it open, they will not tear to reveal but to destroy.
Revelation may result indirectly.

Love,
the dead minotaur

Getting the word out before there's no out for getting.


Getting to forget it is good too if it gets to you.

Love,
the dead minotaur

I never figured Jared for a troublemaker.
Turns out though he's just nuts for crisis.
Or maybe just this last one.



I would prefer a Finer Crisis.
A crisis of things becoming much more fine than they'd previously been.
That'd be my kind of crisis.

Love,
the dead minotaur

Nay, make that triple-dog.
I dare you times three dogs.


Don't make me go up to four.

Love,
the dead minotaur