It’s April, nerds, and you know what that means! Slippery amphibians! Fractured fairy tales! Poetic pond(ering)s! Sweet, melancholy 90s nostalgia! Terrifying land mermaids! Harlem Renaissance greats photographing the undead! Centaurs with sunflowers!
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Well, that’s what it means to us.
It might be the cruelest month in the Waste Land, but April’s the coolest month here in the Pine Barrens. Pull up a rotting log and join our circle for a spell. Or a charm. Or a full-body transfiguration; we dabble in all the Magicks . . .
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As one year shambles off into the sunset like zombie rhinoceros and another dawns as bright as fragrant as citrus dish detergent, we offer up