Broken Stem

My mouth is a shattered window of a house engulfed in flame
I watch as the broken stem crumbles to ash
It fills my mouth
I scream until my throat is raw
There is no more sound save the sound of rending girders
"Apocalypse noise"

A broken stem, a broken key.

We acolytes continue to pick up the pieces. March 12, 2019 marked the 10 year anniversary of Calgary's Gideon Keys and their anonymous publication to the internet at large. Their existence rife with controversy and speculation, with curiosity. The ripe, passion-filled daydreams of forgotten worlds… Dismal, vacant places. Windows like eyes. Utility poles like teeth. Simple, everyday filth—a shopping bag drifting silently in tight, lilting curls above a hot parking lot. The cyclone 20% off, Big Box coupons. Casually overlooked, these artefacts are rendered transient, euphoric, otherworldly.

A Gideon Key is a tool for expanding conscious experience. Each one is a gateway.

They are also anathema. Exposure to a Key is as much a blessing as it is a curse. How fast a dream becomes a nightmare.

I apologize for the dearth of updates over the past few years. Some of you have sought membership on the site and likely been frustrated by a lack of response. This has been rectified: those of you who sought membership have been granted it, and can proceed to post as you please. Please accept my humble apologies.

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