The Beyond Coalition

Researchist of the Beyond Coalition: Where being already welcome is a personal promise and the entry form.

Smell the air, something has a leak, over twin peaks, made it through, then grabbed you, and stole all the good, good vibes in your view. Indebted, profits off your back-breaking dread, till you’re dead, when you taste it, you can’t hide the sick. You’re born to lose, laws trick you to choose to over soothe. Laws lie; you watch rising prices, only consistent in the booze aisle. No hope, might as well grab the dope, just choose your van life in the Walmart lot, or fade away, always heading the fast food line.

HOLD IT!

That’s all you see? Homeless in the streets, feet beat from the retreat, politicians make bank in the wind. Emptiness is winning, I bet you’re wondering, in all that is troubling, how the hell am I grinning? Well, friends, hound’s on fire in the end—we have a Gaia to defend, the blue marvel, ether swimming is cracked throughout our inside. Let’s see our journey as we hit secrets in a black sea, hit an interstellar shivers, then schools of piranha nipping in ethanol clusters. Humankind is doomed to be flustered. It’ll last long, it’s flipping our polars, the rumor is your hollow, left with all the wrong pills to swallow, laughing at the repeats of deceit worth of death with loved ones strattling the misinfo and the slipping of reality, that produces puke without your approval—your insides crave removal—

NO!

Fuck hope, leave that dope. (or don’t) Become a member of the Ded Moone Institute of Omni Plain Studies. Be an aide, be ‘paid’ to explore, a new life to adore, never boring new career, new life. Elating strife at the head of scientific achievement—even our janitorial staff earns a doctorate in Coparial Evasion on the signed dotted line. We have arrived at the cracked window of transdimensional communication. If you have the open mind of an organ donor, a future, past, and alternate present will become your office, benefits are something. Accommodations akin to the island life, discover how fertile energy gives in the unexplored barely outside your cot, and travel unexplored areas of the Bayou. Adore our knowledgeable staff, bring your own craft—beer or otherwise—and enjoy our gourmet-level culinary Kitchen. Do you have the constitution? Are you ready to spit in the face of science’s current solutions? Can you remove a soul through the ear to hop scotch your faith out of existence and leave your husk a sloppy meat shell—

Stop?!

And join our venture, be on the ground floor, (stock options in the works,) wire here to cure the hurt if we can help it. We’re dedicated to understanding the dynamics of the incredible, bea—UGLY—ful sides of our sense and live on the verge of discovering new ones to progress our perception, giving humans a kind new connection to energies that MUST MAKE THE FOULEST CONNECTION—

Will bring forth a slew of new opportunities for all of mankind. Take hold of your destiny with the GOD Creator of DED MOONE—

Beyond Coalition today. All are welcome.

All are Welcome.

All are welcome.

All are welcome NOW!

All are welcome.