Noise Moths Escape Dorm, Ravage Vocal Cords

Moths from Butterfield Hall attack innocent people on Orchard Hill

I told them this would happen. I told the Chancellor himself I wasn’t capable of managing a goddamned quarantine. But he didn’t listen, both he and those bureaucratic bozos. “You’re the facilities manager, Bill,” they said, “So, do your job. Manage the facilities.”... [Continued]...

Eddy Cruise,
Cow Pelt

I have claimed myself unworthy of indulging in you. I am but a simple apparatus meant for closing an open leather circuit unto itself- myself. Cursed by some misanthropic creator, we are burdened to experience a lucid monologue without the power of parlance. It is anguish that we feel in ourselves upon recognizing our ... [Continued]...