Marked by an iron letter seared into the flesh, the mark of the Malcontent. Heathen bringing hedonism, horror and hope to the great white masses and the other 99, 69, maybe more, maybe less. Who cares about a few percent? I guess if you're understanding this you can count yourself blessed; you're literate, … Continue reading Horror and Hope
It’s a Madhouse!
I keep asking, but I know I'm wrong. The days get shorter and the nights get long. The mind plays tricks, and the band plays on, just don't let the crazy out. Don't let the crazy out. Don't let the crazy out. Don't let the crazy out. The dark lies cold. Unaware are the … Continue reading It’s a Madhouse!
The Dead Part
The city never sleeps, but it nods; drifting in a waking dream state. Colored by blinking traffic lights, neon hues lend a sickly pallor to the dream people who walk the streets. Night is inhabited by the yellow cab, their drivers more vampire than man and I am thankful that a half-inch thick sheet … Continue reading The Dead Part
The People of The Island
When I woke up today, my head was full of strange pictures and my heart yearned for deep, forbidden spaces, long since forgotten by mankind. When my feet first touched the ground, the bedside reminded me of fine, polygonal sand, that stretched out in long ribbons of violet/grey beaches on the shore of some … Continue reading The People of The Island
The Odd Embrace
I have always loved the weird ones. The strange ones, who never marched with the masses, for they only hear the beat of their own heart. Labeled with a thousand derisions, and beaten into shapes that could not contain them. Molds that were not only broken, but vaporized. I have always loved the scared … Continue reading The Odd Embrace