Hey I feel Left out here!!! (someone please read this!)
Hey guys!!! Thanks for answering me!!! Sorry I didn’t answer your post FX…. I live about 10 minutes away from the Pottery… but I’ve never been to that antiques store… I’m going to try to sometime soon…. I’m sorry you had to get up so early…I didn’t get much sleep either… I have a BAD sinus infection which makes my eyes swell very painfully(really I look like a fish) and makes my gums swell painfully as well… [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/frown.gif[/img] So I didn’t get much sleep either.. Got at At 5:30 [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/frown.gif[/img] ( I think my head is GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!) Again Thanks everyone for answering this post and thanks Cat for giving me that info on Crusade….
Lov ya all !! [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/biggrin.gif[/img] [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/tongue.gif[/img]
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“to air is human” or is it “the air is human” ?? matt Gideon “Crusade”
“Look for me by the moonlight-
Watch for me by moonlight-
I’ll come to thee by the moonlight,
though Hell should bar the way”
——-The Highwayman
Excerpt from “Exquisite Corpse” by Poppy Brite
“Late in the year,New Orleans still has its hot days. In the slave quaters, Jay and Tran blossomed like the giant stinking carrion-flowers that grow in humid jungles. Their ravaged abdomens swelled and burst like red-petals, a jubliee of rot. Their putrescent fluids pooled on the concrete floor and in the hollows of their disintegrating bodies. …Their faces, c**** and B**** grew into shapeless masses of blackened flesh. Swollen tongues like ball gags forced their jaws wide. Organs tumbled out of their bodies like distended winebags. From their decomposition rose wisps of steam and soft wet sounds of gaseous intimacy….Tran fell out of his binding straps and melted slowly into Jay’s ribcage. A large, faintly iridescent stain ate up the concrete floor around them. Their eyes were black caverns.They gave birth to worms, generation after generation, until their bodies were covered as if in a living blanket. Soon they were picked clean, their bones an ivory sculpture-puzzle shining in the dark, waiting to tell their mute love story.