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Showing posts with label horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horror. Show all posts
Sunday, September 1, 2013
The Headless Bartender pt 2
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Thursday, August 22, 2013
The Headless Bartender
The bartender is Smiley. He has no head. Talks with his
hands. Customers think he is a good
listener. The regulars know he ain’t listening. Very fast with a good drink,
almost as fast with a gun. Tip accordingly.
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Make the drink, taste the drink
So the guy has no head....so how does he answer my emails.....
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humor,
illusion,
mine,
obsession,
opinion.,
short stories
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Review: Codex Katzikaki: a book of pictures by Dante Hadley
The first thing I noticed about this book was the beautiful cover. Then I noticed it had no writing on it. no title, no name. Don't ask me why.
Many of the pictures are disturbing, but most are extremely beautiful and visionary. The inventiveness that it took to come up with all these conceptions of a hypothetical land is staggering.
Some people with whom I have shared this book find me frightening or disturbing in some way. It seems to them to glorify entropy, chaos, and incomprehensibility. There is very little to fasten onto; everything shifts. Yet the book has a kind of unearthly beauty and logic to it, qualities pleasing to a different class of people: people who are more at ease with free-wheeling fantasy and, in some sense, craziness. I see some parallels between musical composition and this kind of invention. Both are abstract, both create a mood, both rely largely on style to convey content...so yeah, MastoDon likes this. Inspite of the fact this ass-monkey keeps turning the name around.
Some people with whom I have shared this book find me frightening or disturbing in some way. It seems to them to glorify entropy, chaos, and incomprehensibility. There is very little to fasten onto; everything shifts. Yet the book has a kind of unearthly beauty and logic to it, qualities pleasing to a different class of people: people who are more at ease with free-wheeling fantasy and, in some sense, craziness. I see some parallels between musical composition and this kind of invention. Both are abstract, both create a mood, both rely largely on style to convey content...so yeah, MastoDon likes this. Inspite of the fact this ass-monkey keeps turning the name around.
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