Sail the Brig

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Damian boards a submarine to escape arrest—but finds himself self-incarcerated in a debtors’ brig run by Saito-Gumi. What begins as a rescue becomes a reckoning. Surveillance, ritual, and the economics of dignity collide in this speculative arc set east of Richmond.Continue Reading

Abstract illustration of a man lifting a barbell in a gym with warm lighting and silhouetted equipment, symbolizing embodied discipline and personal health .

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Protestant theology amputated the body from discipleship. We study, worship, and serve—but embodiment is often ignored or treated as temptation. This essay reclaims Christ in the body: through labor, nourishment, movement, and grace made flesh. No papal dispensation required.Continue Reading

Vexton

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Sacrilege was served hot. Soup—thick with hominy, dried chilis, and joy—bubbled beside the manifesto. Someone brought ketchup. Someone said “meh.” And suddenly, the poopie face hour was in session.Continue Reading

Ancient Words From Darkness to Light

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I see you, true believer. You’re not just watching the news—you’re worshipping by glowlight. Your home shrine flickers in protest: TV screen bright, candles lit, praying that Voldemort will finally fix your rent. You whisper curses to Orange Foolius like he’s the final boss in a video game you neverContinue Reading

Fern Loomis KPUFR

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Inger finds refuge at Buckskin Mountain as KPUFR broadcasts subversive news from feline uprisings to emotional glitches in the Citadel. Amid Bluefish dinners and tonal recalibrations, resistance simmers, satire sings, and the gravel still looks like buckskin—even if no one sees it.Continue Reading

Too Quiet East 16th Street

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The Hive didn’t catch the murder first. Mrs. Callow did—with garden lights, an analog heart, and habits too stubborn to forget. Jace’s blood had already dried across the truck’s dash, and Inger hadn’t heard a thing. By the time Morrow rang her bell, the street had pressure-washed its guilt and gone quiet again. Mikiko made coffee. Morrow asked questions. Inger reached for her binkie in Buckskin and tried to remember why grief felt heavier when silence followed it.Continue Reading

Mikako

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Damian, soaked and haunted, collapses into the 黒豹 submarine’s mess deck as Mikako, a 2125 robot styled like an alley café girl, watches with cold curiosity. With police drones fading and the AI’s cryptic warnings blaring, is this salvation or a trap? Dive into this wild escape where loyalty and chaos collide—read on!Continue Reading

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Damian Holt roars down I-70 East in a biohazard-tagged Escalade, AR lenses glowing with obsession. Paradise Valley fades, Manchester’s decayed streets loom, and a deadly dash awaits at 1107 East 16th Street. Inger’s rejection fuels his grip on a 1975 pocket knife, bloodlust simmering beneath the surface.Continue Reading

Toddler Trump, Tanks for the Birtday

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The Woke True Folk toss me mock-worthy grenades, but Trump’s outdone them with the Trump Military Parade 2025—a Soviet-style circus for his 79th and the Army’s 250th. Tanks roll, helicopters buzz, and Doc Holiday the dog struts while Cheetoh Satan brags it’s “better than ever.” I laugh at the dictator vibes, but the real joke? A $25 million ego trip that even Mao would envy. Dive into the full takedown at worldofwebb.net—subscribe for more satire that bites!Continue Reading