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I'm a scatter-brained, brain-damaged, neuro-atypical feminist Aquarius with fibromyalgia.
...or, as was once made clear to me by a toddler, I'm less interesting than a laundry basket.
the boyfriend drew me a knitting hanar. this one is happy.
Nicola Verlato’s Mississippi 1932
***I am so attached to this piece of art that I sometimes catch myself thinking of it as “only mine.” I suspect I’m in a relationship with it on some odd level. I wonder if many folks do that about their own favorites…or if it’s yet another thing that puts me in the running for Grand Potentate of the Weirdo Tribe. :) I won’t go on about it here, but I could talk for hours about this—aspects of Southern Gothic, elements of narrative allegory… **dreamy look** Here’s a link to Radiolab’s piece on the Crossroads Deal, though I suspect most folks know the old story.
clint barton human disaster
our ends are beginnings
"Baba Yaga" by Stephanie Brown
Baba Yaga Ornament, 4” by Dellamorte & Co.
In Slavic folklore there are many stories of Baba Yaga, the fearsome witch with iron teeth. Whenever she appears on the scene, a wild wind begins to blow, the trees around creak and groan and leaves whirl through the air. Shrieking and wailing, a host of spirits often accompany her on her way …
" I Don’t Like to Live Here"
"Self portrait and the view out of kitchen window. I hope we ll move to another city soon."
Mike Bukowski’s contribution for a Houdini-themed show based on the Lovecraft/Houdini story Under the Pyramids (top); his drawings from the Goetia (bottom)
Glyph: [LIVE BETWIXT]
Anonymous asked you:
November 4th 2013, 12:37:00 am
I feel as though I’m having difficulty manifesting my will as far as my creative life goes—everyday stressors get in the way of my work, and my downtime which should be dedicated to the work becomes recuperation. Can you help me?
If I were ever to have a problemglyphs piece as a tattoo, this would be it.
They forced her to wear white. She disagreed and made it red.
Ok, no more OCing, back to studies, you lazy s`wit!
Karl Lindberg’s Masque of the Red Death
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