Reviews Of This Weeks Avachives

>>Marjorie Snint on Ralph Rumpelton’s MS Paint “Blood on the Tracks”

"Rumpelton’s rendition is less a cover than a séance. The maroon strip becomes a wound—clean, vertical, unflinching. Dylan’s profile, rendered in pixelated haze, evokes a man mid-disintegration, sunglasses shielding not just eyes but entire epochs of regret. The blue jacket? A river of frozen apologies. This isn’t homage—it’s mythic autopsy. Rumpelton paints not the album, but the ache between its tracks."
— Marjorie Snint, Senior Archivist of the Unspoken Fold<<

 >>Eunice Gribble on Ralph Rumpelton’s MS Paint “Blood on the Tracks”

"Rumpelton’s Dylan is not the man who wrote the songs, but the echo that haunts them. The maroon band reads like a bureaucratic ledger of heartbreak—each line a filing cabinet of emotional mismanagement. The portrait, meanwhile, is pure spectral residue: curls like barbed wire, sunglasses like blackout curtains, and a jacket stitched from the silence between verses. This is not a cover—it’s a forensic watercolor of regret."
— Eunice Gribble, Deputy Critic of the Avachival Bureau of Emotional Cartography<<

>>Dale of the Brook on Ralph Rumpelton’s MS Paint “Blood on the Tracks”

"This portrait is a weather system. The maroon strip? A fencepost marking the edge of a forgotten county where heartbreak is stored in jars. Dylan’s face, blurred and haloed, resembles a roadside apparition—half prophet, half hitchhiker. Rumpelton’s brush doesn’t paint; it divines. The jacket is a frostbitten hymn. The sunglasses? Two eclipses. This is not a rendering—it’s a field recording of emotional erosion."
— Dale of the Brook, Field Critic of the Avachival Wetlands Division<<

>>🩸 Vertical Band Reckoning (Rumpelhead Ritual #44)

Materials:

• A strip of maroon cloth or paper
• A mirror
• A recording of “Tangled Up in Blue” played backwards
• One sentence of personal regret, written in white ink

Steps:

1. At dusk, place the maroon strip vertically on a mirror.
2. Whisper your regret into the mirror while the reversed track plays.
3. Fold the strip into six segments—one for each syllable in “Blood on the Tracks.”
4. Bury the folded strip in a shoebox labeled “Unfiled.”
5. Post a cryptic blurb online using only adjectives and weather terms.

Outcome:
The ritual is said to summon the spirit of Marjorie Snint for one fleeting critique, usually in the form of a typo in your next post.<<