a blast of stale air, the past lurks in the closet |
Some street lamps later and we have a stash raid in the Soul Room of some touring artists jockey things. "Mighty steeds on this golden road, once and for all forget Peter, Eses knows his speci...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 08:02:00 GMT |
night soil is good for breaking fast in company |
the winter days are as short as they've ever been. the vampires are at rest in the newly renovated 'reverse belfry'.earlier that moring, they had drawn the blood from an english lass and read her poem...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Jul 2006 09:48:00 GMT |
succor silence violent arabesque |
honeymoons? this is the season of old man bones, once again... on the night that we first left the woods, shamble brambles blazing in the cabin floor boards... hear the kobold butler cry "master, save...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jun 2006 23:09:00 GMT |
when beetles speak with men! |
i steal ball gowns says: hey there beetle samuel says: woof woof i steal ball gowns says: what are u upto (no good punker) samuel says: i am drinkin tea i steal ball gowns says: oooh, la dee da ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jun 2006 20:55:00 GMT |
This is the second place it began |
�So we trained some pipers to shit on command, right? One note from the rat�s whistle I tell you, he leads them all to the city, turns it into a fuckin sewer, eh?� �The aqueducts of Rome...
Posted by on Thu, 11 May 2006 08:15:00 GMT |
feeding frenzy on the tracks |
loop snakes slithered in the steel mill some miles from the town proper. the acolytes that fed them were nervous and this in turn made the serpents even more flicker tongue lustful. by mid afternoon, ...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Apr 2006 22:56:00 GMT |
dictor bird save seasalt |
seasalt trundles through sick zombie square, picking off plague carriers with a new wave regurgitation laser (trade marked to ronco. but nothing to do with sock braces, beach pavement, clothes or god)...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Apr 2006 21:24:00 GMT |
trouble? no this isn't a poetic bubble bath... |
bank vault sound effect: richochet bullet strikes his holy place. blanket thud as he drops into the loop-space left for him by a team of giddy school boys dressed to the nines in high striped candy so...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 15:30:00 GMT |
in regards to the dancer of cambridge |
There was a place called Cambridge. A burlesque show starts at midday. -the circuit gears have wild voices and move girls in lines, piston legs to show filth box control panels. the customers begin t...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 13:59:00 GMT |
breather: maintian your carcinogenic propeties |
"draven was a camel steam driver, he wore shoes rarely and as a result often had strange burns on his feet..." "oh, come on now, that's a bold faced lie and you know it.... the burns were from pushing...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Mar 2006 10:34:00 GMT |
