an autopsy of your friends’ internal logic.

constructing meaning from the debris of the alphabet.

more scraps for your magnetic manifesto.

for when the ‘polite’ facade of the suburb finally cracks.

a game for two people who are tired of talking about the lease.

linguistic chaos that you can play in front of the kids.

a physical disruption of the sterile apartment aesthetic.

the sequel to the burrito, now with more green foam.

shields for the foam-based warfare.

survival through monosyllabic communication.

more cards for the monosyllabic soul.