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Psycho Bubbel
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Infinite Tales of the Bubbel of Zitmah is a collection of sacred-folkloric fragments from the fictional quasi-Judaeo-exilic town of Zitmah—absurd, reverent, and recursively misremembered. These dispatches are generated by Peyos Maximus and an LLM.
Between the first and second Seder, it was said that one law must be broken so the others would hold. That year, Rebbetzin Gula vanished after the fourth cup and woke behind the Afn-kneitsh, the great matzah oven of their time. Since then, as was the case for Uug, she has not seen the moon—not once.
April 13, 2025 at 7:35 PM
On the Seder of 5631, the Bubbel of Zitmah did not open the door for Elijah. “If he needs a door, he is not yet free,” he said. The kehilah wailed that the law had been cracked like a bone. Elijah appeared—visible, scowling—and sat. He did not eat. He stayed until dawn.
April 13, 2025 at 2:20 AM
One year, Reb Yossele was caught hiding chametz in his ex-wife’s attic “to test her piety.” She found it, of course, and baked it into a kugel she served at his second wedding. The guests wept. The marriage lasted eight days, as foretold.
April 11, 2025 at 2:16 PM
The Bubbel of Zitmah: On the Eating of Eggs

I.
It came to pass in the long wake of the Ninth Forgetting that Reb Ziblun of Veyl-Muchnik declared, before a congregation of doubtful grocers and trembling notaries, that he had discovered the True and Final Method for the eating of eggs. (continued...)
April 9, 2025 at 10:06 PM