I Got a Name.

If I ever make a movie, there will be a murderous rampage set to this song.
I don't know why...but it just feels right.

click Patrick.

  I guess for now, I'll just listen to it on repeat and think murderous thoughts.

Pinky out.

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Azure.

click Ella.

When I get a desk...

Word of the Day

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Ready

 

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Nice.

Classy.

I need to find an excuse to wear seamed hosiery EVERY day.

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Zombie Feeder

That Chickadee has no idea how ruthless it looks.

I also think it would be funny to tape a picture of a friend/family member/loved ones face over the zombies face, invite the friend/family member/loved one over...then casually take them outside...

I'd probably add some meat too...you know, so the vultures come.

Solitude

In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again. 

 -Anais Nin 

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Flocked

 

Beach Accident, Coney Island, Brooklyn, NY

photo by Margaret Bourke-White, 1951

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Don't do it.

This really is sound advice.

Seems Legit.

Click the toast.

 

Death Rides a Skateboard

I never would have assumed this.

Halloween Safety 1977

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I couldn't wait til Easter...

hey guys, I don't think that's really the Food Network...

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A Brain is a Terrible Thing to Waste.

I could watch this woman talk for hours.
Amazing story, amazing neuroanatomist.

and a beautifully eloquent lesson in anatomy.

Letters...

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and people should write more 'real' letters more often.



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Speak of the Devil.

My heart's made of parts of all that surrounds me
And that's why the Devil just can't get around me

                                                         -Fiona Apple, 'Every Single Night' 

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Why, oh why...

Do things like this no longer happen.

1940s National Biscuit Co. Halloween Spiced Wafer Box and Canco Halloween tin.

I want to reside in that little house back there.



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Where Halloween masks go to die.

I was at a flea market a few weeks ago and I spotted a Frankenstein mask very similar to the one pictured here.  When I went over to investigate, I found several others...a witch, devil, gorilla, and so on. Most of them were on the floor, in the dirt, behind a big, elaborate case.  I knocked over a few priceless antiques and made my way to them...they were all dirty,  stapled together and cracked in several places. I thought about rescuing them for posterity sake, they obviously weren't where they should be.  But I flipped over their little price-tags...only to discover that I'm pretty sure the keepers of the shop knew what they had...they just didn't care. Meanwhile, in that big elaborate case, locked up from Halloween scoundrels, was a string of vintage Christmas lights...from the 50's...still in their original box...with a little handwritten sign that read 'fragile'.

Christmas:  for assholes.



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There are two rules.

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Accurate.

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Screen Shocker.

Do I love this or hate this?

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No Rest for the Wicked

Myself, the sky, and music...

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Indeed they do.

 

The vulgarity here is imperative.

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Education is overrated anyway.

Abandoned Junior College

Alderson, West Virginia.

Photo by Emphatic Reprieve Photography

I was just waiting for the paperwork.

and yes, yes I would like to sell my sisters soul.



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I need to stay in more.

I learned today that glitter in still happening...

Today.

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Hollywood, West Virginia

Sometimes you just need to be in the mountains and partake of the earth...

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Apocalyptic Sunday...

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Road music.

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Trick or Treat.

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Certainly.

Baby Jack

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Cuts you up.

 Morning music...click here

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Autumn Harvest

From the 1964 edition of the book Autumn Harvest, by Alvin Tresselt, illustrated by the great Roger Duvoisin. Copyright 1951.

Houses at Night

I adore the work of Todd Hido.

This photo reminds me of cool Autumn nights in Durbin, West Virginia...walking through those desolate streets and passing the lonely houses in a town that once was...

Oh, hello...

Mossy terracotta jack-o-latern that I would have to sell a kidney to purchase.

 

From At West End

As if in a dream...

 

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Soliloquy Of The Solipsist

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I?
I walk alone;
The midnight street
Spins itself from under my feet;
When my eyes shut
These dreaming houses all snuff out;
Through a whim of mine
Over gables the moon's celestial onion
Hangs high.

I
Make houses shrink
And trees diminish
By going far; my look's leash
Dangles the puppet-people
Who, unaware how they dwindle,
Laugh, kiss, get drunk,
Nor guess that if I choose to blink
They die.

I
When in good humor,
Give grass its green
Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun
With gold;
Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold
Absolute power
To boycott any color and forbid any flower
To be.

I
Know you appear
Vivid at my side,
Denying you sprang out of my head,
Claiming you feel
Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,
Though it's quite clear
All your beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
From me.

© Sylvia Plath.

Strange things are good.

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Mothers...

 

A very weird combination of things happen when you Google "My mother used to puke in my mouth"...

This place, I must find it.

On the north coast of British Columbia in Canada, where the Alaskan border is closer than the nearest town, lies a mysterious hidden place, accessible only by a long arduous gravel road behind a locked gate. Ninety-four homes, two hundred apartments, a hospital, shopping mall, Town & Country restaurant, movie theatre, sports centre, a Royal Bank; all the amenities you could possibly need in this remote part of the world await behind the towering mountains. The only thing missing are the people. Welcome to Kitsault, BC.

 

 

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The Devil Rides Out.

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Take notes.

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Until We Felt Red...

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juxtaposition.

 

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Pale September.

I hope summer lets us go soon.

image by Emphatic Reprieve Photography