"Well, well, well. Look who wandered in."

Welcome, Agent. You’ve just breached Level One of the Labyrinth.
Don’t get cocky. No medals yet.

This is just the front parlor, darling. The good stuff’s stashed in secret rooms—behind curtains, sigils, and your own arousal.

Ready to see what you really came for?

EYEJAM — my ocular blog-hex. Sticky. Uncanny. Likely to haunt your pineal gland.

Encoded essays designed to derail mimic minds and unlock your own.

Occult paintings pulsing with psychotronic bleed-through.

Trove relics—for those with the gall (and gold) to claim a piece of forbidden fire.

Poems so potent you’ll feel watched just for reading them.

Every link is a corridor. Every image a glyph. Every word, a weapon or a wink.
Surveillance goes both ways, sweetheart. I see you seeing me.

Your mission—should you dare—is to explore, decode, desire, and maybe even buy something before this site disappears in a puff of mirror smoke. No pressure. But time... is a spiral.

Now entering the Labyrinth.
There’s no turning back, only turning inward.

ego sum flamma sine finibus.