Vicissitudes from Cradle – Mardi Gras 2004

by angeliska on February 27, 2004

Yes, we all survived another mad and marvelouscarnival season down here in the swamplands.. I honestly didn’t think I still had it in me-the capacity for such reckless debauch..I was sure I was well into my dotageand that it was (…)

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Bad Dreams and Black Floaters

by angeliska on February 22, 2004

Black ghosts in my peripheralelusive shadows my vision tracksacross glinting coronas,streetlights and sundogs.Optical ghosts born by scarsin the cornea- floaters, they say.A parade can be dangerous.Aside from getting shot, of course,one has to protect one’s eyeballsfrom flying objects hurled fromelaborately (…)

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Good Evening and Welcome to The Victorian Taxidermy Company Limited.

by angeliska on February 18, 2004

This is a picture of my father, (not taxidermy)my pop, my dear old dad in his heyday. It was one I had never seen before, and has now become my favorite photograph of him. He was playing music at some (…)

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by angeliska on February 15, 2004

Hello. Above is a picture I drew of two Fiji Mermaids who are obviously smitten with one another. Below is myself and my beloved P. before entering the mad fray that was Saint Valentine’s Day. Note her arrow wound- I (…)

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by angeliska on February 14, 2004

Check this out quick, it won’t be up long. Bunk or no, it’s definitely worth the read. Dybbuk Haunted Wine Cabinet  

news and notwhat

by angeliska on February 12, 2004

I do enjoy the peculiar sense of synchronicity and coincidence that I seem to encounter almost daily. This morning when I came in to work, I found a cut-out article from the Times-Picayune (Incidentally, weren’t Picayunes what Holly Golightly smoked? (…)

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Mutatis mutandis

by angeliska on February 11, 2004

About a week ago, I was walking past my old house- under the crepe myrtles, frozen nymphs with twisted arms.. I was whispering along the garden wall, sweet nothings to a blasted hull of stone, bare wooden floors and empty (…)

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by angeliska on February 8, 2004

I sold David Copperfield a two-headed duck today. He also bought Blackbeard’s Booger, and Pancho Villa’s trigger finger. I love working where I work. I also met Yakov Smirnoff the other day. It’s very surreal. I’m surrounded by incredible circus (…)

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An Interview (of sorts)

by angeliska on February 4, 2004

Alright, folks- here it is: an impromptu interview conducted by the illustrious . I don’t normally go in for such memes, but in this case I was piqued by the eloquence of the interviewer, and was not to be let (…)

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by angeliska on February 3, 2004

Yes, it’s true- Dada lives, once again! We will be meeting to to plot, plan and conspire for the next show this Wednesday, the 4th at 8pm. The meeting will be held at Z’otz Coffeehouse (2003 Royal St.) Cabaret Revoltaire (…)

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