



A miniature propulsive omnibus clusterbomb of painfully riotous daymares all dripping with the orange goo of dream logic. A series of loosely linked emotional parables about stories within tales that crawled out of the deepest caverns of your unconscious mind and became lovingly animated in breath-slapping stop motion - in other words, it is the truth.


























Every father is mother to a tunnel inside us, leading them away. [Note: Prior to viewing this, you will want to install a restroom in your pants. Because what you see might make you need to use the restroom right into a toilet.]
Prepare yourself for a descent into beautifully rendered nightmares. The Shivering Truth is a stop-motion anthology series that feels less like watching TV and more like experiencing a series of abstract, unsettling dreams. Created by Vernon Chatman (who also voices almost every character), the show strings together surreal, often disturbing vignettes with a stream-of-consciousness logic that defies easy explanation. It's dark, funny, and deeply strange, exploring existential anxieties and bizarre scenarios with a unique, handcrafted aesthetic. If you appreciate animation that pushes boundaries and lingers in your mind long after it's over, this is an absolute must-watch.

Unfortunately, everything in the whole universe just oozed out from Doug Dwyer's head. But luckily, all that stuff is now coming over here to get you and also bite you.

The only thing hotter than the future is the present, and the only thing wetter than a present is the itchy glass of molten absolution that just quenched the thrust of Tessa's face.

By the time you are done reading this sentence your right eye will have secretly murdered your left eye, right under your nose.

Die once, shame on you. Die once every three seconds, shame on us all.

Did you know that if you hold your mother against your ear and listen closely, you can hear your dead father softly crying "my child has gone banana"?

This week Violet discovers that that scalding throb that rips thru your body every few seconds has a name: The Rest Of The World.