About

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​​If you're here, then you stepped through a door. A door into another world. One like Earth? Maybe Jupiter? Mercury?

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No.

The door you came through leads to a world found only in the clutter of neurons and grey matter. All held inside the head of one gremlin.

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​A 20-something self-taught artist and writer with too many stuffed animals. In its cave, on any given day, you'll find this gremlin drawing, writing, sometimes picking up heavy things and putting them down. It's known to collect succulents—Check your portable foliage at the door.

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These are its ramblings.

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