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30 Sketches from Drac

Drac, one of my childhood friends, has given me some of his work to publish on the site.

Drac is incredibly talented, his art work blows mine out of the water. These are a must see; especially if you enjoy Halloween and horror oriented content!

Influence from H.P Lovecraft, Edgar Allen Poe and Tim Burton can be seen pervasively throughout these works of beauty.

All uploaded artwork can be found here: Drac’s Gallery

To check out my not as impressive psychedelic themes artwork check out Alex’s Gallery

Without further ado:

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Untitled (psychological horror)

Stumbling through the hallway nearly collapsing unto your knees as you propel forward you begin to regain your position against gravity. An unfamiliar hallway surrounds you, the cheap wallpaper stained yellow from age is peeling off the walls to reveal a layer of underlying stone.

Gasping to regain your breath, you stop for a second, looking forward at the ground reveals the words “Don’t look back” spelled out on the concrete in front of you. Normally you’d be skeptical but something in your gut tells you to listen.

You press forward, the light in the hallway growing ever dimmer with each step. It’s at this point you begin to wonder where the light is even coming from. No electronic or natural light source can be detected, nor any breach in the hall.

Thoughts begin to barrage you pertaining to your whereabouts and how you got there, but ultimately you suppress them; deciding that they would be counterproductive to any potential of survival at this point.

Contrary to hope, a dead end is reached. Nausea begins to ensue as you see both corners filled with a mysterious dark red liquid. A loud piercing D minor Chord emanates from the back of the hallway, and you feel your body becoming light as a sack of feathers. The cold hard ground starts to look really comfortable. A warm disorientating euphoria comes over you as your vision begins to fade.

You slowly begin to open your eyes. You have no idea how much time has passed but you are no longer in the hallway. Upon fully opening your eyes you realize that you cannot see the ceiling, Rather than looking around you close your eyes and once again succumb to that warm luxurious sleep you were just experiencing.

Another unknown amount of time passes. You snap out of the trance and your parasympathetic nervous system begins to catapult you into fight or flight mode as you begin to take notice of your new environment.

Only two things linger in the mind at this point.

1. Find an escape.

2. Find some answers.

Propelled by your drive to survive you begin to collect your bearings. You look about the walls and notice it is covered with thousands of names. Most of them you don’t recognize but a few belong to people you know from television and other media. A lot of the names are crossed out, some  are circled, some have stars, exclamation points, or question marks  next to them and some are underlined.

You notice a couple of wooden tables. All of which are covered with drawings and printouts of documents with major sections redacted. Most of the names of the documents were also redacted so It was hard to tell what most of them were about though they looked like transcriptions of court cases , interviews, and military commission reports however this is just a guess.

You find a wooden door on the west side of the room but it doesn’t open. You find another one on the east side of the room that also doesn’t open, luckily a large portion of the bottom half of the door was kicked out and you were just barely able to squeeze through.

You find yourself at the bottom of a staircase. The words “Watch your step” are painted on the right side of the wall. You cautiously ascend the staircase. Noticing a few steps are coated in an unknown dark slippery looking substance you skip them and reach the top. A door awaits you at the summit. This one is unlocked.

You enter through and are met with a blindingly bright flash. Your memory and consciousness  fade to black before you even see the other side.

You awaken again in a strange beat down motel room. All these spontaneous blackouts and location changes are really starting to get to you. You wonder what kind of sick joke is being pulled here, and Thy you of all people were selected to undergo it. The sickening irony is that you cannot discern whether you were selected because you are lucky or unlucky. As to where that thought arose from you have no idea. The mere pursuit of that line of thought caused a drastic turn of the stomach, and so it was completely brushed over.

You quickly notice a piece of what seems like old dried notebook paper is taped to the front of your blank gray shirt. On one side it reads You Won in large bold letters. The other side reveals a weird sort of prose. It reads:

“Madness is a bit like love
They run your life,
They’re rarely enough.

Both the madman and the lover,
Bend their minds with endless lines.
Trying ever hard to find,
The sweetest bits of word and sound,
For reasons equally profound. ”

While  fairly thought provoking he had a hard time understanding how it fit into the situation. Considering it a souvenir of sorts he folded and tucked into his pocket. It’s at this point he begins to question what the words “You Won!” on the other side of the note meant.

You look around the motel room for any other clues that you might be able to find before departing. This is when you notice the bloody boot prints that littered the walls and began to wonder how and why they would be there.

Weirder yet the floor was completely clear of them. You notice a weird smell in the air coming from the motel rooms bathroom. You hesitate but ultimately decide to investigate. You turn cold and pale as you open the door, and you nearly slip into shock at the scene displayed before you.

A strange man had hung himself from his shower using some sort of cabling. There was blood all over the room though this man though clearly dead appeared not to have a scratch on him. You closed the door, not wanting to investigate any further.

Your brain tries to make you vomit several times but your stomach is empty and you merely dry heave while trying your best not to curl up in a ball and scream.  You open the motel door and run like you’ve never ran before. You briefly take notice that this hotel must be completely abandoned, you aren’t surprised.

You waste no time looking in the other rooms and make it to the staircase, slowing your pace down a bit due to remembering what happened on the stairs earlier, you descend down to ground level and find sprint down the hallway, into the abandoned lobby and out into the fresh night air of an unknown city.

[The End of part 1]




On Anarcho-Syndicalism

While Anarchism is widely thought to be a means of achieving a communist society as an alternative to Marxist methods, this is not always nor inherently true. The idea that it can be however certainly is.

Anarchism may also be the ends in of itself. It may also facilitate a capitalist economy (e.g Anarcho-Capitalism), as well as non-communist forms of socialism such as collectivism and syndicalism.

What is Anarcho-Syndicalism though? What makes it any different than other strains of anarchism and socialism? The way I see it, is that it allows for the simultaneous facilitation of both socialist, AND capitalist economic systems in a very interesting way.

An Anarcho-Syndicalist commune is a directly democratic faction with public ownership of the means of production, which generally requires a two thirds consensus for all decision making.

It’s almost as if you were to take a workers union, and a corporation; derive the middle point therefrom, and implement it as an autonomous and collectivized community.

Right about now your probably thinking “Well this sounds very socialist yes, but how would this facilitate capitalism, where’s the economic competition involved here?” Well within the syndicate, none.

The economic competition would result from the competition with other syndicates and or co existing forms of society. Different groups of people would want different rules and would have to split up into different syndicates. The examples are endless.

One might want only the production of necessary goods like food, shelter, clothing, and medicine to be publicly owned with luxury production being privately owned, some might want it all to be owned by the group.. SPLIT!

One might want too allow certain types of drug use, one might not… SPLIT!

One might want religious principals, the other might be inherently atheistic… SPLIT!

One might want principals from X religion, one might want principals from Y religion, some might want religious freedom as long as you have a religion or believe in god, some might want complete autonomy of belief… DOUBLE SPLIT!

I could go on all day, but the idea is that economic competition would likely occur between these different split syndicates, as they would be specializing differently, likely resulting in the production of different types of food, clothing, luxury goods, technologies etc, giving plenty of incentive for inter syndicate trade relations and therefore economic competition.

This would like wise give everyone the ability to choose a community that fits with the way that they wanna live, so long as that way is viable enough to sustain a thriving syndicate. It also preserves the rights of popular sovereignty by requiring the two thirds rule to pass legislature, as well as allowing for the reorganization and correction from the bottom upward if the leadership becomes corrupt and or begins to conflict with the interests of the participants/workers.




An Off day (fiction/short story)

Charles had been having a not very so good day at the office. Likely due to lack of sleep and a quarrel with his Fiance the night before, his head space was in a state of slightly agitated chaos.

He had been with this firm long enough that he had a little unspoken wiggle room when it came to the rules so he left for break a little early. About twenty-three minutes to be precise.

Instead of heading toward his car for a brisk hoon over to his normal lunch spot, he instead set his gaze on a bench, kitty corner to the office entrance. He sluggishly proceeded until the bench greeted him.

He took a seat and watched as the oncoming traffic whirled in both directions. Before long he was almost in a state of entrancement. It felt so soothing to watch the cars go by, it felt very dynamic unlike his current state of existence.

He thought about how the cars all moved so fast that no single vehicle stayed in his field of vision for more than a brief moment, that every given second was an entirely new display. He would focus in on one car and watch it until it left a field of vision and than picked another one.

He also thought about how life for the majority of us was the opposite. How we hold onto things because they give us some sort of comfort; the comfort of an identity, of knowing what and who one is. We wake up and put on the same act every day. With our favorite sports teams, our favorite music genres, favorite movies, political and religious affiliations, our family, our social circles our professions, our hobbies, etc.

Its as if when presented with freedom, we gravitate towards a voluntary-sort of imprisonment. But of course it’s all the difference when it’s an imprisonment that we may at least take pride in, as the chains are of our own design and all of what the chains may be bound too is likewise ours to decide.

This thought was interrupted by a squirrel that ran into his field of vision. Oddly it didn’t seem scared to be staring eye to eye with a being multitudes larger in size. Carl found this a little peculiar.

Not nearly as peculiar however as when it looked up at him and began to speak. It said  “Why are you here?”

Carl looked baffled slightly slipping on his words with a dumbfounded look plastered across his face he replied: “Well I don’t know, because of god, or because my parents reproduced or something, can I ask why and how your talking to me?”

The squirrel responded in a voice that was now a little irritated and slightly pressured.
“Did I say it was your turn to ask questions? Never mind that, no I didn’t mean like existentially, I mean why are you sitting on my bench this is where I come every day after I get done stashing my acorns and other loot.”

“Oh my apologies I didn’t mean to intrude, ill get going now.” Carl said as he stood up and began walking towards his car. He questioned weather it was a dream but it felt extremely real and lucid, furthermore he never woke up having dozed off on the bench as he expected, as far as he can surmise he was awake. Furthermore he wondered what kind of loot a squirrel might be storing besides acorns.

He went too his car and contemplated getting something to eat thinking maybe some food would level him out. He did, and went back to the office and worked straight through the break. He drew the conclusion that his mind was playing tricks on him and wrote it off as some sort of daydream and never brought it up.







Why? Why not? Create.























A Sorta New Direction

The Greatest Never Artist Collective

Realistically not much has or ever will change in terms of our goals. Our path remains the same. What has changed; is the detail of our perspective and the depths of our understanding on where that path is leading us.

The Greatest Never as an association, has ascribed itself to the long term goal of transforming into and establishing it’s presence and functionality as a non-specific Artist Collective.

You may be familiar with the term collectivism, though i’m assuming most of you probably aren’t. If by chance you are, than it’s likely you may have heard it tossed around with other big name economic and political ideas like communism, socialism, and anarchism.

 In relation to these, collectivism is one of  socialism’s many ideological offspring. Simultaneously collectivism itself also has many different sub-types and interpretations.

Broadly speaking one could generalize it as economically resembling a form of libertarian-communism while being both anarchistic in nature and functioning like a direct-democracy in terms of it’s administration.

What is a Collective?

To answer more specifically we must define collectivism. 

The Merriam-Webster Dictionary provides the following definitions for collectivism both of which are applicable:

1. A political and economic theory advocating collective control over production and distribution. Also a system marked by such control (collective). 

2. Emphasis on the Collective rather than individual action or identity.

So a collective is essentially a system; in our case a small autonomous, mixed-motive organization; in which the means of production, and distribution are collectively shared.  So an artist crollective would simply be a collective that shared their means to create works of art, as well as market, promote, showcase and distribute such works.

On a very basic level we already have this established. Any member of the team is able to promote just about any creative work they want on TGN or any of it’s related platforms. Reguardless of whether it’s for profit or not, TGN is our collective hub and utility for reaching an audience and showcasing things that we’ve done,  made, want to say. etc.

For the sake of building upon and entertaining my fantastical visions, what if we somehow managed to step up our size in one way or another. That way could be anything from finding a patron, releasing a high selling album, or book, or even just organizing ourselves better and being more consistent, efficient, and proactive with our content creation and output.

I suppose if that were to happen the next step would be to acquire a warehouse. Therei Set up an office, a couple DIY recording studio, practice and jam area, acquire a variety of instruments, art supplies, areas for painting, sculpting, modeling, crafting etc, bookshelves full of resources and areas to write, think, and work. Create and maintain our own promotional platforms like newsletters, magazines, etc.

Even more fantastical what would the step after that be? Operating our own venues? museums? libraries?laboratories? studios? radio station? etc? I should stop myself, this is getting too good. Though such talk sounds ambitious and crazy, I know it is, but I’ve always found it better to dream big, and I believe I speak for most of the crew here at TGN when I say that.

Just to clarify this is not collective profit system. Obviously if money was made using the collective equipment, we would expect a very minuscule return to help pay for supplied equipment, and a minuscule cut to contribute to charity.

The idea is not to make money off it’s members, but if the capital is for the benefit of each, than everyone who’s receiving a monetary benefit ought to be doing their part to keep it afloat. Not that we wouldn’t love to see our members contributing as much excess to the growth of the collective as possible, but we understand that won’t be in everyone’s best interest, but perhaps a few of us will be inclined to do so.

If non-for profit, or if for profit but none was made, than obviously we would not expect any form of  monetary contribution. However their are many ways each of us could contribute that wouldn’t cost anything but our time and effort; the more we can manage to accomplish through DIY tactics the better.

10 Ways Anyone can help and contribute that won’t cost a cent.

  1. Turn off Adblock!!!!!

  2. Spread our name through word of mouth, spam our link in random corners of the internet. 

  3. Take some time to read our articles, and check out our various content. 

  4. Share and talk about us through social media, text, email or even just press the like button!

  5. Comment with your thoughts, criticisms and feedback to help us improve on any of our works or aspects of our organization.

  6. Follow us on Social Media: Facebook , Twitter, LinkedIn

  7. Submit something you’d like us to promote or showcase for you. 

  8. Give us a shout-out on you own blog, website, social media, youtube channel etc. 

  9. Become a member! (contact us through email or our facebook page)

  10. Come back and visit soon! Spend some time in our corner of the internet! browse our other sites and content! Leave us a message in the forums!

10 Ways to help and contribute that won’t cost you a cent (Members Specific)

  1. Writing, Creating, thinking up, conjuring, coding, crafting, fashioning, Recording new content to be published, shared, linked to, advertised etc. 

  2. Assisting with the cleaning and maintenance of our as of yet imaginary warehouse/collective safe house and the half imaginary equipment that would be found therein. 

  3. Creation and Distribution of homemade promotional materials. 

  4. Interacting with  readers, followers and fans through comments sections and our social media pages. 

  5. Motivating, assisting, educating, learning from and collaborating with other members. 

  6. Acquire a new skill, form of knowledge, or connection that could be in some way shape or form useful to the collective. 

  7. Turn a skill or form of knowledge you have into a How to, Guide, and or Tutorial. 

  8. Generate, discuss, share and explore ideas for ways to expand and grow the reach, production power, and overall economic value of our organization. 

  9. Sift through old content for mistakes in grammar, spelling and formatting, as well as ways to simplify and or add value. 

  10. Improve yourself in any way shape or form in return making you more useful and valuable to the team.