When language it is slipped open, it becomes a spell for undoing reality, releases uncertain monsters and euphoric chaos. We who are excluded from the centre thrive in these edges, creating new, Queer, potentials.

Casting digital magic with broken code, creating rituals from the post-internet detritus, summoning leaky gods made from porn and comics, this practice is a sacrifice of reason, a joyful affirmation of the unknowable.


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