This is Cryptonarrative, a zine and website and a map to strange
places. We're getting things together right now, so expect changes over
the next few weeks. This is also the home
of Medroxy Progesterone
Acetate. For regular updates, media reviews, incoherent fiction and
general chatty goofery, please see
the Ana Skyfish
livejournal. The TODF tumblr is available for perusal, though not safe for work.
Our current exhibit is And So On For Ever, a
collection
of unsorted notes initially compiled by the members of the Yu-Niwa Lodge,
with additional notes by anonymous authors. The Lodge practiced
possession states, seances and initiatory rituals practiced in dreams,
all of which were described in the notes, and nearly all notes were
typewritten by Ben-Jakob prior to his death, so that we have no
information on which author wrote which note. When untitled, we have
used the initial line as the title. We have organized these fragments into groups for easier reading, though we stress that these groups are our own inclusion and not part of the work.
Current fragments:
Ab Ovo
- Picture a desk, at the front of a near-empty
church
- Perhaps if I could just pick up the
telephone
- One night, over a few bottles of unspeakably
bad gin
- In the dream she was there
- There was a second skin beneath the one I
considered mine
- A laying of hands onto the screen
- Shaking so furiously I can hear the hum from
here
- The sewage prophet, searching the storm
drains for marks of the great day
- You insisted on cradling my head in your
lap
- The names change, near-instantly
- Your fingers are in my mouth and all I can
taste is latex
- When I was little, there were power lines
across the street
- All pieces made of translucent materials
- I had hooks inserted between my teeth and
my gums
- I think I have done the thing you told me
not to do
- There is no way of knowing
- The doktors have subvocal mics sewn to
their throats
- Something very strange happens, then
- He walks outside and breathes in the damp
rotted air
- Pray all through your endless night
- There were doorways to my left and right
- I remember thinking, very clearly, "If they
kill us, they will eat us"
- Mirrored recovery: I want to understand
- In fig. 37-a the hair-washing river
- To this day, my parents will claim that the
events of 1983 were a random tragedy
- Crooked roads, houses all but fallen, deer
skulls over the doorways
- "Here is a list of one hundred questions",
the headmaster mumbled
- Vons Serin told me that the church had a
second first level
- The butcher-surgeons, fallen doctors from
long-abandoned hospitals
- I awoke to find my knuckles scraped and a
thin film across my eyes
- I walked down to the annex, where a den of
methmakers were in communication with the ghosts of Campbell's
Raiders
- Searching for the methmakers, I walked into
a small hallway I had never been inside before
- They sang into the floor
- The deleted world returns
- Set your head to the floor
- I constantly felt as though I was falling
forward
- Having opened to me, the terror, the smell
of her skin
- Exurgent morturi et ad me veniunt
- Three miles outside of town I was picked up
by a man who claimed to have an engine of destruction
- It may be the case that in Heaven all one
needs is quickly placed beneath the hand
- In the moonlight the car shimmered and
seemed to vanish
- If you can kill it, you can take and wear
its skin
- At night, the children walked to the top of
the hill
- It was then I was marched before a series
of judges
- For a moment, I was alone on Earth
- The children put their heads upon the desk
The Capture Book
- Barnard Euler's fisrt visitation
- The Markus House
- The Architect
- She had told me, in my dream
- There is a room tucked in the center of the hallway
- I have recently become possessed by spirits
- Rv. Emersohn, brought low like a dog
- Empyreal Gate Network, a definition
- Gate Boons and Hexes
- Greater Halls
- Journade del Muerto
- The Kiehl
- Now gone, left her body
- I count half a dozen mile markers
- Human consciousness is a loom for the creation of patterns
- Consider the metaphor
- We all ache, in our bones, for weightlessnes
- The false alkahest
- The McDowall family and the Nephelim
Kinderkultus
- KinderKultus (an interlude)
- The first child, whose school-name was Witness, had burrowed a small pouch beneath his tongue
- Let some other sucker sleep in my grave, I whispered to Annabelle as she swabbed tranquilizer into her ears
- "Curriculum auriculum," Annabelle spits, "I don't teach by PTA recipes!"
- We are not allowed to leave the compound, so class field trips tend to be localized
- With the abuse of certain solvents came certain insights
- Annabelle's genius afforded a solution to the problem of duplicate students
You Are The Light Of The World
- None of this is real
- I AM NOT A NUT
- I took the bus to Goodwill and bought eight dollars worth of kitchen knives
- The hurting is how they find me
- Have you learned nothing of him and his dismayed threat?
- We’d chase tree frogs through the water
- Visitations by spirits both eldritch and celestial in this part of the woods finds problems
- The bones which could not be returned to heaven are now on display
- The heroes, once captured, were taken into the air
- We shall ask Tohil to present us with an iron book
- The man, Desual Mial, was a man of thirty
- Skull-reference
- They had placed hands upon me, to keep me down
- Was she distant? Of course she was distant
- Exposure of intentions is mandatory
Suffer A Witch To Live
- gelassenheit
- ha'sod
- the soft remembering matrix
- certain obscene entries
- sleep, sleep forever
- drift hymns
- traumbach
- the luminous boy
- seeker-logic
- abel-cain double homicide
The Black Intoxication (pending)
Phantomnation (pending)
Highway Of Mirrors (with K. Johansen, pending)
Failed Graves (complete, for excerpts see Blearyeared)
There Is No Hiding Place (pending)
A collection of Teraphim Mystery Recording
loops has been made available for those who wish to engage in
auditory experimentation. All audio (unless otherwise noted) provided by
Medroxy Progesterone
Acetate: Necropsych occlusionism since 1999. All stop-motion
animation provided by Puppetkultus. The final king walks the
earth in a dead man's skin.