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I saw this video once—a woman slipping into a portal and vanishing into an endless Walmart. A place with no exits. Just aisles that stretch forever. Fluorescent lights buzzing like insects in your skull. No clocks. No windows. Just consumption, forever.

Beneath the polished streets and neon skylines of America lies another country—one hidden in darkness, built not for the public, but for power. A vast network of secret tunnels stretches across the land like veins beneath rotting skin. Some are known to be military in nature—hardened, fortified arteries designed for war, secrecy, and survival. Others? […]

Here’s something most people don’t realize—Jay Sebring wasn’t just some Hollywood hairstylist with A-list clients and a fancy salon. No, there was something way more intriguing about him, something that’s kind of slipped through the cracks of pop culture memory. He could’ve been an action star. Like, a real-deal Bruce Lee-level action star. And weirdly […]

You better be damn sure about your religion—because if you’re wrong, you’re not just wasting your Saturdays and Sundays. You’re walking into a furnace and calling it a sanctuary. People say, “My religion gives me hope, it gives me purpose.” But so did Charles Manson’s cult. And his version of “hope” ended in butcher knives […]

There’s a moment—fleeting, fragile—when you wake from a dream and can’t quite tell where you are. The room looks familiar, but wrong. The clock ticks like it always does, but something in your gut whispers: This isn’t real.