This isn’t just a list — it’s a trail of breadcrumbs through alternate realities. Some of these are live wires, some are smoldering ruins, and a few still pulse under the radar. All of them matter.
A publishing force for the weird, forbidden, and forgotten. Books, zines, manuals, transmissions — all wired to the fringe of the fringe.
A mutant merch machine. Chaoscore aesthetics, weirdwear, underground style. Nostalgia, rebellion, and cosmic humor stitched into every thread.
Banned. Bootlegged. Beloved. The OG cult hit that flipped graphic tees inside out and got them into retail while remaining fully underground.
Cursed. Cuddly. Confrontational.
The plush misfits that broke the greeting card industry and left a paw print on your soul. Sweet on the outside, savage on the shirt — they don’t say “I love you,” they say “I tolerate your existence… barely.”
Brand Ripper dissects modern brands like corpses under a flickering light — exposing what works, what’s mimicry, and what’s hollow performance art. Each teardown is a guided descent into the guts of identity: why something spreads, when it mutates, and how brands disguise cultural theft as innovation. This isn’t marketing critique — it’s cultural forensics.
Nature-filtered thoughts and primal philosophy. A quiet campfire for strange ideas that echo through the trees.
Boutique web site hosting for creators, rebels, and underground builders.
Hexed. Hyped. Handpicked for the heretics. An underground mall for the glamorously unhinged — where every item is cursed with charm, dipped in dark humor like contraband for the soul.
Holding zone for experiments in retail mythmaking. Watch it — or it might watch back.
Gazoo.World
Not yet activated, but already leaking. A network beneath the network. Mycelium web for the wild and willing.