A long time ago, before you were a tickle between the thighs of your great-great-great-great grandfather’s mother, three apes ruled as kings on a long-lost jungle continent.

Urethramonas Candiruensis, an invasive microbe, enters the human body through the urethra. The parasite multiplies in water sources and then scurries into a host organism through the victim’s urine stream.

Daydream Misfit is your home for the very best fiction on Daydream Misfit. The following tales of revenge, lust, travel, and existential despair have been lovingly culled from our library of fascinating, experimental fiction. These stories truly represent the pinnacle of words.

"Personal Growths" is a series of motivational affirmations posters by Katty Pulsar and Raven Storm. Body horror meets body humor in these absurd and hilariously disgusting images, lovingly crafted by our resident graphic designers. From "When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Lemonade" to "Train Insane or Remain the Same," these prints will give you reason to get up in the morning and say, "Hey, I too am a skin-bag filled with meat, bone, puss and blood, and that's okay."

Strange illnesses... cattle mutilations... and a pervasive change in the color of the sky. These were only preludes to the earth-shattering events of June 15th, 1971.

We approached this new series, "Sleep is No Escape" wanting to explore horror themes from the Lovecraftian tradition -- with a little HR Giger if he flesh-melded with a demon-possessed Andrew Wyeth, all slathered in chicken skin. These pieces were bounced back and forth between Ideogram and Gimp until they were moist and scabby. Some came together quickly. "The Garden of Heavenly Dismay" turned out to be massive and took several weeks!

Desideratum is a series of gothic noir black-and-white digital images drawing on visual elements of stone, mist, shadow, exploring the mystic spaces between day and night, and drawing on themes of silence, longing, innocence, and unease.

Across the gray glass stain of the sky, water droplets collect and run as if chased by the wind. They merge into rivulets. I reach out, I strain for them with my hair, and (now we’re getting somewhere) I feel the waters of the sky run up individual strands of hair to my scalp and into the veins in my temple, into the sea, and (breathe) I open myself and start to think in a language not my own.