Posts in the “FASCINATIONS” category
ALL BEDAUBED IN BLOODGORE
by angeliska on July 30, 2004
On the evening of the 22nd, we got ourselves up in an array ofviolently-hued finery, besmeared our faces with the evidence of various ill-treatments and sallied forth into the garden in order to properly celebrate the occasion of Mlle. Pandora’s Holy (…)
PATCHWORK – SALVE ET COAGULA part II
by angeliska on July 23, 2004
The following message was pieced together randomly from the ghosts and tatters of entries past. A derivation of a derivation- spit up, hack and gurgle. Divide, recombine and interpret. No new words. Only new meanings. The randomizer can keep me (…)
I HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE
by angeliska on July 21, 2004
I am dreaming: It is night. I am sitting on the stone steps of a large and gracious manse- overlooking sweeping lawns hung with oak branches. I am reading a book, and wearing black underwear. A girl comes out and (…)
ALIQUEM ALIUM INTERNUM
by angeliska on July 1, 2004
A long absence which has been populated with brass snails and rusty nails,wire hangers bent into swan-shapes,tiny paper parasols, and wishes soldthe ace of diamonds, the ever-presentgaming table, bones and dice-signs, wonders and beacons.A proliferation of spiders-I stay in my (…)
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
by angeliska on June 20, 2004
Little girls, it seems to say;Never stop upon your way-Never trust a stranger friendNo one knows how it will end..As you’re pretty, so be wise-Wolves may lurk in every guise.Now, as then, ’tis simple truth:Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth. CASE (…)
Todo sobre mi Madre
by angeliska on May 9, 2004
This morning, beginning around 5:30ammy world shifted and changed immeasurably.The effects of this change, for the moment,remain obscured and ambiguous.New territory is being surveyedwith an assiduous eye.Would that I could be less cryptic-but it’s not for here.. Also, today being Mother’s (…)
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by angeliska on May 4, 2004
Blast, blast, blast and hellfire! Damnation! Suffering succotash! I just got a trembly-voiced phonecall from down at ye olde kaffeehaus saying that some assclown left the door to my frog Gustav’s tank ajar- upsetting his delicately monitored balance of humidity (…)
1890 – Diptheria – Brothel in the Woods – Lake Monster – Firebugs
by angeliska on May 4, 2004
“In winter, the only men left in townwere either so young they werein school or so old they were in bed,or so spineless they sold things to ladies.Everyone else was off in the pineries.They got up at 4 and turned (…)
Ye Mariners All
by angeliska on April 29, 2004
So, perhaps I’m beating a dead horse with all this hub-bub about sailors and boats and such-but here, finally are the pictures I promised then.. Here’s our drunken sailor, Sven (Yes! Sven, I shit you not!)so ear-lie in the mornin’ (…)
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by angeliska on April 22, 2004
What do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor early in the morning? Steal his hat and take a picture, that’s what- I’ll put them (…)
