Being an exposition in words and pictures of the Deep Void Environments and Inhabitants as conceived by Mercury Marten.

Being also an exposition of photographic, textual, and miscellaneous material unrelated to the Deep Void. All photographs, unless noted otherwise, are un-retouched, straight from the camera.

Caveat: While the material on this site is not specifically adult-oriented, there are portions that many parents probably would prefer their kids not see. These deal with religious mockery, occult arts, extreme prolonged violence, and graphic sexual practices (accepted and aberrant, you decide which is which), all well seeded with profanity (or, as we in the Heart of Dixie say; cussin'). It's all a work of fiction, of course, and meant to be viewed for entertainment, though occasionally you'll find a bit of social satire intertwined with the storytelling. It's not my intention to offend, as everything here is done with rollicking good humor. However. . . those determined to take offense likely will find plenty here to offend them. If you ignore this caveat and proceed only to take offense, don't bother me with complaints or accusations. I could not care less. In fact, complaints about offensive content will cause me to endeavor toward further offending you, with will and poison redoubled.
By way of preventative remediation, I would advise leaving my site post-haste, and not letting the metaphorical door hit you on your metaphorical ass on the way out. As an arguably less offensive alternative to Deep Void Skitzoid, I would suggest visiting any of the myriad sites operated by Totalitarian governments or Fundamentalist religions. There, censorship is ubiquitous and you can sit back, relax, and let someone else do your thinking for you. I'm sure you'll feel quite at home.
So, to reiterate; The fictional views exposited on this site might not be appropriate for kids or those with sensitive psyches. Also, God hates whiners.

All material, text and photography, Copyright © 2010-2011 by Mercury Marten. All rights reserved.

The above statement means that, unless stated to the contrary, every thing added to this blog belongs to me, and is NOT Public Domain. Public Domain means a work has been either not copyrighted (NOT copy'written'. It's CopyRIGHT, not CopyWRITE. The word means right to copy, not copy that has been written. Duh.), or holds an expired copyright. Broadcasting on the WWW does not put the broadcast item in the Public Domain anymore than broadcasting on T.V. does. Don't be an idiot and claim it's assumed to be public domain just because it's online. It's weak excuse for stealing, given by those of weak intellect and weaker character.
I'm flattered if you like my stuff. Really and truly, I am. Just don't pretend it's yours or use it without my permission. It's bad karma and really pisses me off.

Finally, while I have striven to maintain an acceptable quality of writing, many readers will note numerous mis-spellings, ungrammatical structuring, and other egregious offences against proper language usage. Fewer readers, perhaps, will note that this applies to a much greater degree regarding non-English words and phrases. Those familiar with French, German, Latin, and other, mostly Romance languages, likely will cringe at the wholesale mangling I've wrought against these respective and respectable tongues. Much of this is ignorance on my part. Being a native speaker of English, and having paid little to no attention in foreign language classes during my schooling, my apprehension of foreign spelling, form, and lexography is tentative at best. However, readers also should be aware that I am describing a fictive universe. So, much of the language is comprised of either portmanteaux or wholly invented or recombobulated words. While some things may seem familiar and 'normal', others, such as language, may be, perhaps, a little odd, or utterly strange. After all, we would be disappointed if, upon discovery of an alternate universe, it turned out to be a perfect imitation of our own. Right?
All this is to say that in response to 99 out of 100 mistakes brought to my attention, I would answer, "I meant to do that."

Note: By visiting this site, you give your tacit agreement that the artist - that's me - is like, way good-looking, well-read, smarter than Stephen Hawking, an orator of Ciceronian standing, a world-class author, has good hearing, can swim fast, has sexy, manly legs, and has questionable taste in clothes, music, and food.
Also, you agree to send the artist - still me - $100.00 via PayPal. Thanks.

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