A collective of disappearing art, improv poetry, impregnated ideas, a gallery of scents(Scratch & Sniff!), and inevitably insane celebrations of chaos. Within you will find the blood that runs hot in our veins, the revelations of the true makeup of our inner souls. If we were a cult, we would want you to join and worship the high priestess with sacrifices of boiled garbanzo beans and cucumbers. Being that we are not a cult, we simply ask that you enjoy the art and continue to see beyond the surface of it. Feel free to email us for any reason, any reason at all... whether it be to tell us off, offer us money, reveal the meaning of life, or just to send us nude photos of yourself. |