June 2007
12 posts
Afraid of zombies...
I am afraid of zombies. Trust me. I have fully rationalized the likelihood of a zombie incursion and have pinned down the mathematical probability of a real life 28 Days Later to being slightly less than the probability of a Serpent and the Rainbow encounter… which I determined, through complex permutation of the facts at hand, was naught negative nill to the third power. But I am still afraid...
“I’m a delicate fucking flower!”
– Jamie Sue
To Morrow →
To Morrow Faerie bless, and Faerie keep Faerie watch me while I sleep. Protect my hearth. Protect my home. Protect my spirit as I roam. Faerie guide me through the night And keep away the shapeless fright. Faerie bless and Faerie keep Faerie watch me as I sleep.
Faerie Bless and Faeri Keep…..A bedtime poem. Funny enough… Druidh’s only contribution to this work was his...
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Vatch Von Lat
I am a broken, wingless creature Fractured, fallen, crushed vein-frame, Lepidoptera, dust on the fingers, Of a smiling child. What worldly, innocence inconsiderate, Mars my unfettered, iridescence binds me, (Laborious grievous throbbing moor-lines). to prosaical concerns?
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The Pseudo-Scholar
Molly Maven Cut out her tongue with a butcher’s Knife— and hung it from a tree, where it blows in the wind and sings like wind chimes. Finally, she is not oppressed and speaks her mind (so silently her expertise she shares) and never again will she be accused of saying, of knowing, of talking too much.
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For Whom the Show was Stopped
A friend of ours, rising silently from where he was seated, walked down the long side aisle in the theatre of life (and not to disturb the play) left, closing the door behind him. The actors, seeing his seat empty (middle, first row) Gave pause. The director shouted, “The show must go on!” But, the actors -deaf to his words- solemnly pulled the curtains, and shedding their costumes for...
Local Artist Brings Dead Back to Life →
With his long hair, rock t-shirts, black jeans, and heavy spiked leather gauntlets, Allen Berry, looks like your typical nihilistic twenty-something. For those few fortunate enough to get a peak behind the spikes there hides a shy, soft spoken, polite young man who is deeply convicted about his work. Though he’s not one for lengthy conversation he is more than willing to talk about what his...
Post-Mortem Photography →
Post-Mortem photography, the act of taking photographs of the recently deceased, was a common custom during the beginning of the 19th century. It eventually replaced the older and much more costly use of posthumous paintings. With the advent and popularization of the photograph came the ability for the middle class to memorialize their loved ones. A family that could not afford a lavish funeral...