Music, video, retro nostalgia, poetry and death by eternal love, disco, damnation and comedy among other vampiric and erotic Satanic interludes. Enjoy.
Monday, July 31, 2023
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Thursday, July 27, 2023
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Tuesday, July 25, 2023
Monday, July 24, 2023
SHORT CUT TO DEATH
A few days ago, I was driving home and decided to take a "short cut" instead of the road I was currently on. I took a one lane section parallel to the highway and then was about to make a turn when I stopped, unsure if the left hand turn was correct. During this time, unbeknownst to me, a SUV was speeding past on the left hand side of the road. If I had proceeded with the turn, I would have been broad sided and likely killed by the impact of the crash, but instead, I drove straight onward after the brief pause as I watched the SUV drive on. The really strange part of this was the driver of the passing SUV was waving what looked like a white rag outside the window. The more I thought about this, the more I realized how close I had come to death. You can laugh at such things, but obviously it is not funny knowing how fragile life is and it being subject to such seemingly commonplace choices and errors. I checked on the internet to see what was the significance of a white flag to a driver and apparently it is used in Formula One racing to signify a slow vehicle on the track. So it seems someone driving a SUV thinks they are a Formula One race driver and is keeping a white flag to tag slow vehicles as they speed by on the side of a one lane road and that person almost killed me. I think I will take the multi-lane long path on the main road next time.
Sunday, July 23, 2023
Saturday, July 22, 2023
Friday, July 21, 2023
Thursday, July 20, 2023
Even The Most Ardent Lovers Move On
This kiss will last forever
Bleeding warm and sensuous
Down your supple throat
Words screaming memorial to a lie
Nevertheless, I press my mouth to your lips
And lick poison from your undulating tongue
Words can miss the perfection of true love
But I will speak anyway in silence
Lovers amiss still have loved in pain
Erotic dreams call to me like the ocean to the land
Extending fingers then receding in the distance
In between, we still remain in phantom ecstasy
As night becomes day
So even the most ardent lovers move on
Except perhaps in the memory
Of this kiss.
Wednesday, July 19, 2023
CONSPIRACY KORNER
I recently heard that all this toxic smoke from Canada will be coming along the US East Coast for the FORESEEABLE future. Nobody except myself is alarmed by a piss yellow sky or the concept of breathing toxic air. No emergency measures are being implemented to mitigate this and I have no memory of anything like this ocurring in the past. I remember hearing about some plan to cool the earth from the Sun's rays. I believe that plan has been put into action and the waves of smoke are that effort to cool the Earth from the Sun's increasing heat. Really.
Tuesday, July 18, 2023
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