October 31, 2015 · 4:09 pm
William Etty
A Thousand
Words
my Tongue
Has Traced
a Cross
your Skin
First
the Alphabet
Then
Words
I Never
Dreamt
to Speak
Of Love,
Lust,
&
Bondage
How we
Meat
#B27321
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October 27, 2015 · 5:43 pm
Howard Pyle
What Had
Happened To me
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I Had Never Been to a Séance Before.
Strange Things
Were Going On In This House.
I Had to Admit
If Any Place Had a Right to Be Haunted
It Was This One.
They Said the Foundations Were Pre Roman,
Old as the Stones,
the Story Goes.
Dreams of the Screams,
Those That Died Here by Flame, Plague, & Torture;
Haunt my Sleep.
The Dark Man,
All Ways In the Back;
All Ways.
Like Puppets In a Play
& He Holding the Strings.
They Started to Weave
These Dreams
Into my Waking World.
I Had to Get Some Sleep,
Some Release.
So I Took It Up With the Proprietor,
the Count;
a Family Friend.
His Haunted Hollow Eyes
Saying Much More to me
Than we Shall See
What This Meet Brings.
It Was I,
the Count & Two Gentlemen.
One a Learned Doctor of Court,
No Stranger to the Bizarre,
The Other a Professor of History
& the Occult Sciences;
He Would Be Leading Us
Through This Strange Ceremony.
No Sooner Had we Began our Introductions
Over Brandy & Cigars,
Then a Manifestation Became Evident.
A Globe of Brilliant Light
to Turn the Night to Day
& Say your Payment Is Due,
Entered the Room.
The Count Pointed to me
& Said you May Have Him.
For 13 Months
I Know Not What I Do,
Till They Pulled me From the River;
Ran Through.
6 Months In a Hospital Half the World a Way,
Tomorrow Is the Day;
the Count Explains.
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Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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October 26, 2015 · 6:36 pm
Antoine Wiertz
What
Do you
Does It
Or
Are you
Going
To
me
Get In
the
–
I am
to Get
That
you
Feeling
you’re
&
I
Am
No
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Why
If you
Are Not
Going
to Take
the
&
Leave
your
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October 26, 2015 · 3:59 am
The Devil’s Kitchen
Complacent
In your
Consumer
Coma
#B27321
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October 24, 2015 · 7:43 pm
Antoine Wiertz
Sold
your Soul
To
the Golden
Globe
#B27321
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October 23, 2015 · 6:50 pm
Jacques Callot
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October 22, 2015 · 9:36 am
Peter Nicolai Arbo
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October 21, 2015 · 2:56 pm
Santiago Camado
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October 20, 2015 · 12:46 pm
Joshua Reynolds
The Rain
Streaming Down
Streaking
the Windows
Through
Reminds me
Of you
the Last
Time
to Say
Good Bye
On Such
Nights
we Would
Huddle
Tight
the Thunder
&
Roar
Keeping Beat
the Storm
Ridden On
&
On
to the
Coming Morn
Sated
to Drift
Off
to Gentle
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October 17, 2015 · 8:34 pm
Art Students League
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If every non-human creature of earth
joined together in an effort to murder you
from this second on,
how would you fare?
They have one minute
to accomplish this.
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Like
a True
Paladin
I Sleep
In Plate
So
I Would
Be Fine
#B27321
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