The first is a nice gem of a paper/glue composite:
That kinda takes the whole "Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free" a little too literally.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Introducing: Harlequins of Horror
In the Library of Terror there is a special section of tales and situations so unspeakable, so terrifying, so...so horrifying, that they must, of course, be shared with all. This is the Harlequins of Horror. Essentially the most tasteless "romance" novels I can find.
The first is a nice gem of a paper/glue composite:
That kinda takes the whole "Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free" a little too literally.
The first is a nice gem of a paper/glue composite:
That kinda takes the whole "Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free" a little too literally.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Dreams
(This is an old post from my other blog)
Are dreams a window into our own insanity? Reason fails to work in dreams, logic is thrown out of the window. A horse becomes a tiger and a man changes many faces. Dreams are never certain and they are always fluid. They change and swirl like oil on water.
In this distorted sense of reality, how can one trust what they see? Could it be then that the insane are simply people who continue to dream while awake?
If one really examines dreams they are all nightmares in their own right. They never seem to confirm sanity as their guiding light. Instead the insane run free in dreams. When you dream you look deep within yourself, down in the deep dark at the pulsing living Thing that coils within the dark recesses of your mind, you see yourself there and you find it disturbing. Have you ever really had a good dream? Dreams are usually about loss, shame or what you don't have...or about the nasty things that dwell behind your eyes.
Our dark selves come to light in our dreams. In them we are free to give in to things we would never consider upon waking. The Thing we hide slides out of its tomb and rules the night, singing its black song, and suddenly up is down, black is white and things familiar become strange and unending.
We wake up and cease dreaming...the desires and wants fade away back into the black corners of our minds waiting for another time. We don't fear dreams because we know we will wake up.
The insane never wake.
They stare into the thousand-faced moon, the world fragmented and unreal. Shapes loom from nothing and everything bends. They are dreamers, and living a dream.
We all dream... ...are we not all insane?
Are dreams a window into our own insanity? Reason fails to work in dreams, logic is thrown out of the window. A horse becomes a tiger and a man changes many faces. Dreams are never certain and they are always fluid. They change and swirl like oil on water.
In this distorted sense of reality, how can one trust what they see? Could it be then that the insane are simply people who continue to dream while awake?
If one really examines dreams they are all nightmares in their own right. They never seem to confirm sanity as their guiding light. Instead the insane run free in dreams. When you dream you look deep within yourself, down in the deep dark at the pulsing living Thing that coils within the dark recesses of your mind, you see yourself there and you find it disturbing. Have you ever really had a good dream? Dreams are usually about loss, shame or what you don't have...or about the nasty things that dwell behind your eyes.
Our dark selves come to light in our dreams. In them we are free to give in to things we would never consider upon waking. The Thing we hide slides out of its tomb and rules the night, singing its black song, and suddenly up is down, black is white and things familiar become strange and unending.
We wake up and cease dreaming...the desires and wants fade away back into the black corners of our minds waiting for another time. We don't fear dreams because we know we will wake up.
The insane never wake.
They stare into the thousand-faced moon, the world fragmented and unreal. Shapes loom from nothing and everything bends. They are dreamers, and living a dream.
We all dream... ...are we not all insane?
Monday, January 30, 2012
OK.
Ok. I've resurrected this blog and hope to use it to voice some petty opinions I have about various transpirings. I'd post something now but I think I'm going to play a video game...
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