Welcome to

The Church of the Borderline Artistic

A post-religious haven for satire, spirituality, and absurdity combined.

Who We Are

Discover the Unconventional Origins of Our Church

The Church of the Borderline Artistic is a unique congregation blending spirituality and satire for those who’ve felt out of place in traditional beliefs.

What We Offer

Unique Rituals and Community Engagement

01.

S’more Crafting

If it doesn’t make sense to you right now, It will soon.

02.

Heretical High-Fives

Join a community of fellow truth-seekers.

03.

Technomonastic Retreats

Experience a digital detox surrounded by glitchy vibes.

Set Your Sacred Caution Tape on Fire:

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What Makes Us Unique

Other cults gaslight you. We hand you the lighter.

Unholy Fellowship

Everyone’s welcome—yes, even you, weirdo. We’re building a sacred space where misfits, mystics, and meme-lords can actually grow.

Sacrilegious Self-Expression

Our doctrines are dipped in humor, hallucination, and heresy. If it’s creative (and a little unhinged), it belongs here.

Rituals Worth Roasting

Our ceremonies are weird on purpose. They’re designed to provoke, connect, and maybe even heal—all while cackling maniacally.

How We Operate

The Heretical Trinity of Transcendence™

Step-01: Ignition

Strike the Match.

That black-tipped spark isn’t just fire—it’s a jailbreak. Scrawl your broken belief, flick the flame, and watch the doctrine detonate into pixelated smoke. Liberation smells like campfire and static charge.

Step-02: Alchemy

True Transubstantiation

Roast a marshmallow over the ashes, fuse it into a sacramental s’more, and devour. What survives the burn fuels you; the rest exits stage left as holy compost. Digest the insight—dump the dogma.

Step-03: Ascension

Afterburn Apotheosis

With the good bits metabolized and the dross incinerated, you rise—signal boosted, baggage purged, halo humming at 404 Hz.

What People Say

Real Voices from Our Community. Probably.

I haven’t felt this spiritually seen since that time I took mushrooms and cried in a Planet Fitness.

–Lex, High Priestess of Vibes

Burned my shame, printed my own doctrine, and started my own side cult. Five stars.

–Jules, Anointed of the Algorithm

Before this, I was just yelling into the void. Now the void yells back—and it’s surprisingly affirming.

–Avery, Glitchborne Disciple

Finally, a church that lets me swear, question everything, and design my own merch.

-Lars, Authorized Apostate

JOIN THE CULT.

This isn’t a funnel. It’s a spiral staircase into creative heresy.
Build your own mythos.

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