Serpentine Squiggles

The Snake Pit

of venom and constricting compositions
A serpent rises, whiter than the root
Of some venefic bloom in darkness grown,
And gazes up with green‍-​lit eyes that seem
Like drops of cold, congealing poison.

‍— Clark Ashton Smith, “The Hashish‍-​Eater, or the Apocalypse of Evil”

A den for compositions of words, sound and pixels. We’ve written and , drawn , composed , and even started work on some . This site hosts them all.

Notable among them:

You may wonder where we stand on the generative models often called “AI.” We do not use such technology for our work. See here for more thoughts on the matter.

This site is built using a hand‍-​crafted static site generator, with markdown source files compiled to HTML using many custom scripts. Some of this is discussed in , but a fuller treatment ‍— a proper “colophon” explaining how our pages are put together ‍— remains on our to‍-​do list.

Contact and Connect

We’d love to hear from readers of this site ‍— are there any out there?

Emailserpentsquiggle@proton.me
Discordsnuggle_squiggle@https://discord.gg/tqHjHK7
tumblr@snugglesquiggle
Bluesky@serpentsquiggles.neocities.org
Fediverse@snugglesquiggle@wafrn.net

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Singing songs of serpent silence
While snakes devour time and tail
As act of great defiance

‍— Schammasch, “Serpent Silence”