Acid House Party, Story by Jennifer Weigel
The 80s were a bust. Or was it the 90s? I’m not sure I can tell them apart anymore. This was before everyone was online and AI started taking over and COVID and the financial collapse. But we were all totally glam; yeah, it was a thing even back then. I still have the clothes and the pictures to prove it. Somewhere. And the hair – that was some tripped out shit.
Anyways a kid named Bastian hooked up with this Rainbow Empress chick from some faraway fantasy realm and everything was all honey pies and sunshine and furry dog-headed dragons. They made a cute couple, for two kids that were way too young to be acting anywhere near that old anyway. And not in the Lolita sense, more like they both had a lot of darkness that followed them around wherever they went. Backstory bullshit I suppose. All of us were covered in the stuff but no one really cared. We took care of ourselves, Gen X through and through.
So, like I said, it was sparkles and unicorn pixie dust all the way. But after the wedding, things changed. They grew distant. Cold. Cynical. He would take off for hours on end on his rainbow-bending unicorn, not even trying to hide the gloom behind his eyes. They said he fell into bloodlust, something about the reaping of souls. I wouldn’t know about that, though; this story isn’t actually about him.
Meanwhile, while he was gone, the Rainbow Empress chick developed a taste for brains. I kid you not. Brains. Or maybe it had something to do with that story about Elizabeth Bathory, though that was bathing in blood as I recall. I dunno, I thought he was the one with the bloodlust. It’s a bit foggy still and I can’t tell the fact from the fiction anymore. No matter. No – it was brains, I’m certain of it, seeing as how she’s sapiosexual.
The Rainbow Empress chick threw an acid house party. You know, one of those kinds of shindigs where you go to escape reality for the night. Literally. Because if you thought you were gonna stay in the here and now with the proximity high, you should’ve stayed home. Just sayin. I know what you’re thinking, how the Hell is the Rainbow Empress chick going after any brains worth anything when everyone’s strung out beyond tomorrow sunrise? Doesn’t matter, it was all just part of that scene.
Anyway, that’s where we met, the Rainbow Empress chick and I. I was a forlorn and forsaken waif of a willow, a skeleton soul with a deadhead moth tattoo and a love of anything anime. We hit it off instantly. So that’s how your mother and I came to find one another. And now here we are; the rest is history.
For some more tripped out shit, please feel free to check out these motivational posters and confused snails from before.
And feel free to check out more of Jennifer Weigel’s work here on Haunted MTL or here on her website.
-Mountains-
A serene mountain landscape yawns; monumental evergreen trees fingering a brilliant azure sky stroked with wispy clouds. The air is crisper and fresher here, wafting its piney fragrance along the meandering deer path that bends and swerves down the gradual slope…
-Reset-
-City-
A bustling urban environment beckons, its diverse, brightly-clothed denizens laughing with one another, casually parting as you stroll through their midst. Sunlight dances through the crowd, reflecting off of towering buildings, cars, and bicycles. Sounds swell together as though breathing life into all interconnected within this rich tapestry of time and space. The street is a cacophony of alluring smells, and the savory scent of kosher all-beef hot dogs…
-Vegetarian-
Fragrant cumin zing of vegetable samosas…
-European-
Perfume of freshly baked baguettes embraces you in a warm hug as you sit at a small metal café table, savoring an espresso…
-Caffeine Free-
Lavender cremosa…
-Non-Carbonated-
Limonade…
-Reset-
-Beach-
The warm sand squishes between your bare toes as the soft ocean waves lap at your feet, beckoning you to wade further into the cool water…
-No Swimming-
The woven rope hammock stretched between two perfectly-spaced palm trees sways slowly as you lounge in its cradle, sipping a Mai Tai…
-Non-Alcoholic-
Iced lemonade in a highball glass through a red plastic straw…
-Eco-Conscientious-
Paper straw, the citrusy elixir providing respite from the steamy…
-Less Hot-
Warm breezy summer…
-Spring-
Spring air, children…
-Nature-
Birds…
-Silence-
You close your eyes, hammock gently rocking you to slumber.
We here at My Universe wish to thank you again for choosing our services. We know that there are many post-cataclysmic alternative realities available, and we appreciate your business. Please enjoy your respite from the societal collapse, and remember us next time you need to unwind.
And feel free to check out more of Jennifer Weigel’s work here on Haunted MTL or here on her website. And if you really feel like getting away and helping clean up the beach a bit, check out this relaxing video from Dylan Clark titled Seagrass. Or maybe that wasn’t so relaxing after all… 😉
Somehow I came across an older Midnight Panther comic book, Feudal Fantasy #2 from the late 1990s to be precise, and I thought I’d reappropriate it into a new story as a collage. Anyway, this is what evolved. Honestly there wasn’t a lot of content to work with, but that isn’t surprising seeing as how that wasn’t really the point of the original… And sorry, I saved the erotic bits for another project, though even that was pretty tame in this one – just a bunch of boobies.
Images: Black and white line drawings of wide-eyed anime women and men in various states of undress, looking cute, being coyly pensive, and hack ‘n slashing.
Text reads: I like… men who are dying. We ought to just kill everyone involved. The scent of blood!! I never see his face, he always wears a mask. What a waste of time. I don’t like this. The horny bastard. What a pig!! -Slash- Sounds like it could be fun.
Images: More black and white line drawings of wide-eyed anime women and men kissing and hack ‘n slashing.
Text reads: Mercenaries of glorious Edo, if you can make the flowers that bloom along the rivers during spring drop their petals, then do so. I’m the Ferryman of the River Styx. Whssh.
OK, OK – here are some boobies since you stuck with this so long. And here’s a link to some more of my comic book collages, in case you are interested.
And feel free to check out more of Jennifer Weigel’s work here on Haunted MTL or here on her website.
Black Friday.
You can’t beat the deals. So many of us. Waiting. Readying. Checking the time. Counting down the seconds. You better believe I earned my place at the start of the line. I’ve been camping out here since late Wednesday. Yeah, yeah, the holiday was yesterday. Whatever, I had my family’s full endorsement.
Because that new high-definition television beckons. The best in zoning out technology. All channel access. Cutting edge entertainment. Bleeding edge. That blade is sharp, baby. Like a razor.
But this kind of escapism is costly. A reality check says it’s not in my family’s budget. We don’t make that kind of money, and so here I am. Among all the others vying for the same prize.
Only one will get there first. Only one available. Must have TV. Must have T.V. Must. Have. T. V.
An employee approaches the door. Nobody noteworthy. A soon-to-be-casualty. No more. No less.
We rise and lurch into place. Ready…
On your mark.
Get set.
Go!
Original images generated with Nightcafe AI art generator.
And feel free to check out more of Jennifer Weigel’s work here on Haunted MTL or here on her website. Or if you just want more zombies, might I recommend either Elvis or the Fashionistas?
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