"I don't like talking about myself," some will tell you, "I prefer my work to speak for me."
Horseshit, I say!
Everyone likes talking about themselves like they're the brightest star in the godsdamned heavens. That's the reason most modern media exists at all! Fake modesty and phony attempts at being humble amount to shit, and that's the reason I'm gonna tell you all about myself.
Who the fuck am I and why should you care?
Name's Gathers, Duke Gathers, and I'm the lizard with the guts and gizzard to give you the news as is: raw, ugly and weird… very weird.
That's all. Want more? Read the fuck on.
Buckle up, you Wandering fools! We're in bat country now!
Adventures in Drugs and Decay
- Decadent and Depraved: Where good taste comes to die and apocalypse rocks hard.
- Gathering Storms: Of Editors and Other Woes.
- Rebate and Resentment at Backdoor SoHo: Auction time feat. a nemesis.
- Cont. on Pg. 13: The one with the chase scene.
- A world of dogs: AKA Book of Revelations.
- A Reptilian Epilogue: Exactly what it says on the label.
A Bug-Eyed Intermezzo
- Ambrose Wanderers' Library: Fine dining in the multiverse, all unethically sourced.
- Ambrose Wanderers' Library: A Review: Two stars is far too generous.
- Habi's Soup: A taste of cultural appropriation.
Something Wild, Something New, Something Which Nobody Knew
- Biopunked: High-end body horror.
- A Gig Nobody Asked For: I fucking hate prophets.
- Cyberscum and Blues: Another day, another cyberpunk dystopia.
- Hard Drugs by Neon Light: Do drugs, get cash.
Other Loathsome Misadventures
- Blackmail, White Lies, Yellow Journalism, and Red Tape: Into the belly of the beast.