Bloody mess of a
play that has you laughing at
clots of gore and death.
Lieutenant of Inishmore
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Tag Archives: death
Tree falls in the forest analogy
I stop posting in
the blogosphere. No one reads
me. Do I exist?
Dichotomy
She PhotoShops her
self covered with blood spatters
loves puppies, is sweet.
Big death, little death
Sleep gently takes you,
like the lethal injection
you cannot resist.
See hear taste smell touch
If you had to pick,
what sense would you sacrifice?
Impossible choice.
Christmas tree lot
Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”
Thrill of the kill
Urban mall jungle.
Shoppers prowl for deals, fangs bared,
credit cards dripping.
Lori Drew rationalizes
“She hurt my daughter,
so I wanted to hurt her.
Can’t you understand?“
Otherworlds
Viriconium,
Gormenghast, Majipoor. Dark
journeys. Twisted dreams.
Flu – fire and ice
Fever like a sun
burn – every surface blazing –
yet chilled to the core.
a haiku a day 