The air was blithe and snug and innocent of all social graces; the air was responsive to music and self-absolved to an impressive degree.

The Lurid Odyssey Begins

“I shouldn’t have challenged you to a duel of minds, but rather to a duel of pitchforks. I’m the nine-time World Champion of pitchfork fighting.”

THE MARKETER™ is Vanquished

The shore sloped away from the water and slid beneath a carpet of moss and twiggy-things. 

Welcome to the Island of the Ultramundane

“He built a machine to read to him, and filled it with love and emotion.”

He Was a Man in Love, Nobody Knows Why

"My poor, big devil of a nose inhales April, and I follow with my eyes where some boy with a girl upon his arm, passes a patch of silver." 

My Panache

An elderly bearded man is shown, seated in a chair and reading from a large volume which rests upon a table before him.

The Curious Reader

Press your genitals against this erotic, surreal picaresque about lovers in a brightly bombastic world. &quot;I saw how the twine curved around the bronzed cheeks of her ass and I felt like weeping. Instead I tied my shoes very loosely and smirked.&quot; A kinetic visual novel, because choice is an illusion.

A lewd visual novel, surreal and comedic and linear, prone to erupting its various eruptables. <video class="bb_img" autoplay muted loop playsinline poster="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3007870/extras/fc2ff401fe7260f57cab7de66f475e13.poster.avif?t=1755021455" width=616 height=300 ><source src="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3007870/extras/fc2ff401fe7260f57cab7de66f475e13.webm?t=1755021455" type="video/webm; codecs=vp9"><source src="https://shared.akamai.steamstatic.com/store_item_assets/steam/apps/3007870/extras/fc2ff401fe7260f57cab7de66f475e13.mp4?t=1755021455" type="video/mp4"></video>&quot;Our mouths were like lone Cheerios in a vast bowl of milk, attracted to each other by that force of breakfast mystery. Our limbs clung to one another’s limbs, intermingling and socializing, until we became looped within our loops. When my cock entered her soft liquid cunt it was nothing less than the moon falling into the knot of its intended orbital compulsion, than the wind siphoning through the impeachable peaceful palm of the hollow mango. Etcetera laughed like Christmas morning, and I laughed, we laughed together, for we realized at once that all the afternoon was unreturnable, it was non-refundable, yes: the afternoon had been sold to us without a receipt.&quot;