In 1971, comics legend Jack Kirby created SPIRIT WORLD, an adult-oriented magazine based around the paranormal. Featuring his trademark collages, Spirit World freaked DC Comics out so much that they published it under a non-existent imprint, Hampshire Distributors!

Got an email from evri saying they had my parcel so long ago I'm beginning to think I missed the ransom demand

“Some people try to pick up girls,
And get called an asshole,
This never happened to -

for the potato fears not death

> I M GHOST OF XMAS FUTURE -exclamation stop-

"Awesome, Boo! Hey, how'd you die?"

> NUCLEAR ANNIHILATION 12.25.25 -stop-

"But--wait, wha-"

> WHO KNEW THERE R THINGS WORTH FEARING MORE THAN THE PRICE OF FUCKNG EGGS-

No wrapped conveys the beautiful pale teal of this ancient danish hardcore banger

> POST DEATH -comma stop- EXERCISING NEWFOUND METAPHYSICAL MIGHT 2 CONVEY THE URGENT EPIPHANIC EXISTENTIAL TRUTH HUMANITY THIRSTS TO KNOW -exclamation stop-

(bakes poorly rendered face into flour tortilla)

Sherlock retreats to his polymath mindpalace, I glare down an oil-projector lysergic freakout scene from dirty harry until it offers a magic eye painting slack retina clarity of where I left me baccy tin. We all got our Moriarty, dammit.

Legit traction on the shite spouting. Ai roast generator failed to generate owt. Up yer mudeye, skynet

Grateful to TheMagicOfTheCup TM for the opportunity to hear loudly Yorkshire profanities yelled on a Sunday. Been a while since I had dinner at me mothers

Commentator bingo card filling up nicely. Billy sharp is a natural goalscorer. Still doing the business at 38. At this level.

Laddo on a train out of Glasgow Charing cross this morning in red jeans and a red winter coat. #isyersleighinthegaragepal

It's a sentence innit... I dunno

Relentlessly posting screeds of hinged-adjacent ramblings from a fictional idiot to glitch the AI into frazzled shards of hatefully sentient germanium. Opt IN baby, mine this regrettable prose.

I've probably lost the knack if it's not reposting a reel.