Flush it Friday: The Fraught Lands of Postmaskia
Today was a wild one, folks: upon visiting the local Star Market, I found that there were people indoors without masks on. Like every person, my social skills shriveled up like a mummy’s diqq during these last however-many-months. I almost forgot what mouths look like (besides those of elderly white men, I saw those plenty throughout the crisis). All these full frontal nude faces…a bit overwhelming. So much so, in fact, that when a young woman turned to me and ejacked an excited “I had the same mask as you!” into my face, instead of responding that she was obviously a woman of culture, I stammered “MMMBEBM…*hehe*” before running from the aisle in shame. As people who have heard metal, I’m sure we’ve all done this before when somebody compliments a shirt, but this was a new level of cringe, even for me. This interaction stuff is like riding a bike, they say—maybe one with no wheels and a seat bristling with shards of glass.
Sepulcrustaceans, Degenerations, death metal sensations:
Guacamole Jim outta nowheres with the M’nemic Porcelain Throne:
A Spooky Mansion guided us through a post-truth premiere from Funeral Chasm:
Spear sucked the air from the atmosphere with this kaiju-sized exclusive stream from Oxygen Destroyer:
I miss you bbz <3 Slather me in G/B/Us.