THE LIMBO SOCIETY

well, you are HERE

oh wait, now you're HERE

About midway through this mortal sh!tshow,
you find yourself in a sobbing valley,
astray from anything that resembles a path...

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soul sobriety

obsidian meridian

throb zombie

chakra machine

kitchen conniption

sham pain

caligula's amygdala

pleasantville

god's broken remote

bad valentine

lizard brain

cringey binger

tropical mongrel

juggalo bungalow

cold day in hell, mi

mariana bamba

mega pegasus

abra cadaver

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LIMBO SOCIETY

a sisyphus loop a cosmic stoop a guzzled flame a senseless game a forever tongue a neon rung a floating sword a nice accord a quiet fountain a toppled mountain a hemlock toast a familiar ghost a freudian gasp a cracked hourglass a wasted giant a nameless tyrant an empty throne a subtle moan a copper snake a damn good fake an astral throb a tired sob a projected beast a neglected feast a chewed-up sky a meek reply a crumbling plane a mumbling jane a fiery chasm a spiritual spasm a forgotten sin a glare within a worthy vice a paradise LIMBO SOCIETY

a sisyphus loop a cosmic stoop a guzzled flame a senseless game a forever tongue a neon rung a floating sword a nice accord a quiet fountain a toppled mountain a hemlock toast a familiar ghost a freudian gasp a cracked hourglass a wasted giant a nameless tyrant an empty throne a subtle moan a copper snake a damn good fake an astral throb a tired sob a projected beast a neglected feast a chewed-up sky a meek reply a crumbling plane a mumbling jane a fiery chasm a spiritual spasm a forgotten sin a glare within a worthy vice a paradise LIMBO SOCIETY

a sisyphus loop a cosmic stoop a guzzled flame a senseless game a forever tongue a neon rung a floating sword a nice accord a quiet fountain a toppled mountain a hemlock toast a familiar ghost a freudian gasp a cracked hourglass a wasted giant a nameless tyrant an empty throne a subtle moan a copper snake a damn good fake an astral throb a tired sob a projected beast a neglected feast a chewed-up sky a meek reply a crumbling plane a mumbling jane a fiery chasm a spiritual spasm a forgotten sin a glare within a worthy vice a paradise LIMBO SOCIETY

a sisyphus loop a cosmic stoop a guzzled flame a senseless game a forever tongue a neon rung a floating sword a nice accord a quiet fountain a toppled mountain a hemlock toast a familiar ghost a freudian gasp a cracked hourglass a wasted giant a nameless tyrant an empty throne a subtle moan a copper snake a damn good fake an astral throb a tired sob a projected beast a neglected feast a chewed-up sky a meek reply a crumbling plane a mumbling jane a fiery chasm a spiritual spasm a forgotten sin a glare within a worthy vice a paradise LIMBO SOCIETY

THE
LIMBO
SOCIETY

OR RATHER, A
CREATIVE
STUDIO

The Limbo Society is a creative studio headquartered within the Nobile Castello, in the city of Forever Sigh, Limbo, First Circle, Hell, with terrestrial offices in Raleigh, NC, USA, Earth.

The Limbo Society currently services clients on the terrestrial and sub-terrestrial planes. We believe humans are the creators and purveyors of their own meaning - The Limbo Society is, consequentially, an effort to explore, create, and convey meaning in compelling ways, in collaboration with partners and clients, in physical, digital, and metaphysical spaces. We strive to help identify and bridge information gaps between potential audiences and client products or services through identity system development, branding, web design and development, campaign design and development, typography design, illustration, or whatever else you're thinking. Blah blah, blah blah.

(And yes, we actually exist, and have like, real clients and stuff)...

TO ENTER LIMBO,
YOU MUST UNBECOME...

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Begin Your Descent

You're standing at the gapping mouth of a cave. Behind you, the sullen stone faces of cliffs, writhing in columns toward the stare of a blank sky.

There is a dull glow, like slow breath, coming from the cave. The open palm of this small valley seems to be all that exists.

You’re not sure how you got here. There’s no path behind you. “Is this still the world?” you ask yourself.

“Am I still a self, that I should being asking questions to?” You sigh, and roll your eyes at, yourself.

Letters, “l i m b o,” etched reluctantly in mangled stone, stumble across a mantle above the cave.

“Ha, a mustache” you snicker to yourself. Your resignation to the strangeness of your current position startles you...

A labored whisper. From inside, you think. “Uh, what?” you whisper back. Nothing.

After standing rigid for - how long? a few minutes? hours? - you suppose there’s really nothing else to do except, move…

So you move.

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from the ether

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a sisyphus loop a cosmic stoop a guzzled flame a senseless game a forever tongue a neon rung a floating sword a nice accord a quiet fountain a toppled mountain a hemlock toast a familiar ghost a freudian gasp a cracked hourglass a wasted giant a nameless tyrant an empty throne a subtle moan a copper snake a damn good fake an astral throb a tired sob a projected beast a neglected feast a chewed-up sky a meek reply a crumbling plane a mumbling jane a fiery chasm a spiritual spasm a forgotten sin a glare within a worthy vice a paradise LIMBO SOCIETY

a sisyphus loop a cosmic stoop a guzzled flame a senseless game a forever tongue a neon rung a floating sword a nice accord a quiet fountain a toppled mountain a hemlock toast a familiar ghost a freudian gasp a cracked hourglass a wasted giant a nameless tyrant an empty throne a subtle moan a copper snake a damn good fake an astral throb a tired sob a projected beast a neglected feast a chewed-up sky a meek reply a crumbling plane a mumbling jane a fiery chasm a spiritual spasm a forgotten sin a glare within a worthy vice a paradise LIMBO SOCIETY