Dark Skies

It's the demon web, baby - join the stars
Algol is your blind red eye
The cryptid bitch slams low over black pines
Mysterioso
Tiny hearts
Tears of the worlds children
Feasting reptiles
Where the fuck is Saint George!
and where is Astrid's purse?
Wide open on the river bank by the angel tree
And now the trimaran has hit a rock

and somewhere its tideturn
but not here
No crew, just a crewcut and a mug of bromide

The Vertical Abyss - Welcome to the Dystopian Present!

Meanwhile in the Eyrie of the merciless citadel that is the Vertical Abyss, those whose purpose is to harvest the energy of the slaves are attaining the Omega Point.

Through the tendrils of mist that coil around the spires they see the focus of their intent taking shape; and it marks a dark day for those labouring at the base of the pyramid.

Loup Garou

It’s a clusterfcuk in a diving bell

or a game of quoits under the threshold of deceit

When the warden decides to vent his glory tubes

ignoring the inclement weather

ditching in the soup

playing fiddlesticks by the storm drain

measuring his trope

It’s a custard truck loaded with gay slate

terminating the coronal smudge as sticklebacks jam the booty radar

Loup Garou by the blacksheep pen

Dieucifer Rising artwork possibly

The sequel to Chaos Magic is still being stress tested by hebephrenic midgets. This might be the cover tho.

Where does my content live? (The digital awakening part 3) by John Luxton

In a world of specialization it can be easy to forget that within our chosen field, our perception of the components of our particular skill set may be so far upstream as to be semi-incomprehensible to many people. Witness the arcane circuitous logic and arrogance of the programmers responsible for many of the websites that we are corralled in to using each day (Yes, Transport for London – I mean you).

Are we the dead pixel on God's monitor? (digital awakening part 2) by John Luxton

When Voyager reached the edge of our solar system back in 1990 and turned it's improbable eye back four billion miles to whence it came - that occasion triggered a philosophical speech from Carl Sagan that has since become the equivalent of a religious tract for agnostics.

The universe is vast and empty, we (the earth) are just a pale blue speck, smaller than a single pixel on the screens of those looking at themselves back at the Kennedy Space Centre. That the earth is stage for every human action whether good or ill - and that apparently no-one is coming to help and we must grow up and save the planet and love one another... and so on - read it here if you likey.

The digital awakening (part 1) by John Luxton

Here on planet earth I am confused by many things - the tardiness of deliverables, the flawed methodologies of those around me, the lack of stakeholder inclusion in the simplest of projects. It is a long list. But the blessed converse of this is the cheery thought that contained within my handy alembic valise are a suite of transformative implements that are so very fit for purpose and have been so for millenia.

Firstly let us consider the sigil or the logos or the hieroglyph - the very loci and source of meaning and power that dominated the ancient world and is as all-pervading and powerful now as ever was.