Welcome to the paradox.

Creatures lurk, words embody.
 Truth dresses in sharp, tailored logic, sometimes corseted in metaphor and fiction.
 The intentionally absurd occasionally stumbles through wrong in the best way.

My lair is an ecosystem, not a sanitized, manufactured product.
 I conjure rifts of fact, fiction and play creating new realities meant to invite and awaken.   

Some are sensitive and need cultivated gardens.
 But here there is also the impolite wilds where even gravity has gone feral. 

Mind your boundaries, limits and needs. 
 Take what you need, leave the rest.  

I’ve tried to provide signs, but only you know your threshholds.