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About Me

I am old. I have seen the red men, who have hunted and fished on my land. I have seen the white man come through and lay down his train tracks over me. I groaned when he began shedding the black man's blood on my soil. They dredged up gravel from the river below me and spilled her sandy soil all over me. Then, they stopped. All was quiet. The buildings became walls of concrete. Thorny cacti from the south began growing on my beaches. I sensed more of these white men. Their children came from afar to explore me. Some drank and smoked inside my buildings, some danced around fires and pushed needles through dolls made of wax. Still, others explored my beauty and a few found my cave. A few died. Some, because it was their time; others, by force. A select few still watch over me. Beware, their ghosts can be cruel. Times are different now. More like how they were. The buildings are gone, the tracks, paved over with gravel. The white man is still here, as are the ghosts of past. There is memory here. My land is beautiful, yet forboding; sweet, yet sour. The full moon is still enchanting as she pours her milky light over my land. Come for meditation, come for majick, ritual or history...but grant my one request: walk gently upon me.

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My Interests

Time. History. The future. Parks. Forgotten buildings, Time. The Meramec. Caves. Fire. Ghosts. Trains. Bridges. Wild dogs.

I'd like to meet:

General Sherman, Tom Jones, Joseph Slater, anyone who thinks of me in fear or awe.

Music:

Of all the music I've heard, nothing moved me more than the songs of the Miami-Illinois native americans.

Movies:

Stand By Me

Television:

bleh.

Books:

Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon - Stephen King

Heroes:

Whipporwhill Valley Road

My Blog

A Visitor of a Different Caliber

Just the other night, just before the rising of the waning half-moon, a young man came to me. I admired his audacity - coming all dressed in black by himself...journeying through the black fores...
Posted by Zombie Road on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 07:22:00 PST

Summer is upon us

The air hangs heavy at night. Mists roll in from the hills and dance like wisps of smoke - slow and chaotic. I am alive - fully alive right now. The energy from all these new beings ...
Posted by Zombie Road on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 02:07:00 PST

Television

It seems as though I have grown popular with people around the world as of late. I suppose this is what happens when those who make movies come and film on my land and tell my tales over satteli...
Posted by Zombie Road on Wed, 21 May 2008 06:51:00 PST

Samhain

Today is the last of the light season. Tonight, at midnight, we welcome in the dark. The world, like Cthulhu, will lie not dead, but dreaming. Guard yourselves, for the spirits and o...
Posted by Zombie Road on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 06:13:00 PST

Fires - a Parable

On the banks of the Meramec, many moons ago, two young men stopped in two different spots to set up camp. Food was scarce. What little meat they had was kept cold by the frigid, howling wi...
Posted by Zombie Road on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:10:00 PST

The coming of the next season

The sun sinks lower in the sky. As each eay passes, the shadows grow longer. Animals eat in preparation for the harsh winter that is, even now, beginning to creep in slowly. The nigh...
Posted by Zombie Road on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 11:30:00 PST

shadowbeings

So, recently, I've noticed more shadowbeings living in my area. They climb my cliffs at night, scurry across the cactus-littered ground like an owl's shadow in the moonlight. There never u...
Posted by Zombie Road on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 05:10:00 PST