The nightmares were out in force last night. One, with an elfin face in which two giant eyes were black bottomless voids, a mouth shaped like an anteater''s with a prehensile tongue and rasping circle of teeth, and a shock of pale spiky hair, sat next to me, gingerly holding my hand in the two hooked claws that jutted from her wrists and gnawed the ( Read more... )

Down here in the swamp at night, digging for treasure. I seen it; many times; I know it is here somewhere. So here I go: waist deep in the muck, fingernails broken, fingers bleeding, tearing into soft wet soil, black water, mud, blood, whippoorwills, mad will-o-the-wisps cackling at me; the pit getting deeper, its walls above my head, and still ( Read more... )

Bouncing from Slade to Boney M.

Curiously and perhaps I am getting over the idiotic writer's block that has been sitting in my skull for a while now. A bloody brick disrupting the flow of my thoughts that seems to have been finally worn away by the acidity of my subconsciousness. It still feels a bit awkward, sentences do not easily fall into shapes I want them to and words ( Read more... )

The southern railroad's terminus is about 60 km south of the City, at Wormfell. A relatively decently maintained highway leads further south into the woods, eventually curving west and connecting the City with the mining and woodcutting villages of the coast ranges. To the east, wide fields of rye stretch across an ancient floodplain, eventually ( Read more... )

Last night, I was wandering about in a huge building: all elevators and transporter belts, giant stairways leading into enormous concert halls, bright hallways full of people hurrying somewhere, balconies and belvederes opening onto foyers and esplanadas fit for titans, turrets, cupolas and spandrels galore! I am no longer sure where I was going, ( Read more... )

Some dreams, they leak across the edges ( Read more... )

It has passed. I would like to take this moment to thank the audience, their fluffers and the suppliers of the fuel for everyone's favourite chainsaw: it was great. Before I log off, I want to encourage everyone to listen to Janka Djagileva and learn Russian in the process.

...og jeg længes ud i alle mine dage

1931 - Ådalen Shootings