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Pickman's SchoolPickman's School
From Pickman's Models by Lovecraft
The queerest thing about the small studio at the end of Darkwood Lane, Arkham, Massachusetts, was that it advertised as artist night school and gallery. Most normal artists performed by day. On my rounds through the vicinity, even after 7 pm, I scarcely saw any artists enter it; but reports, I presumed they were mere rumours at first, warned of students or artists. At last, I ventured to the premises to inquire.
The founder and manager was Philip Pickman, (a relative of that Pickman whose models were bizarre creatures, I later discovered). He was gaunt, sullen and reclusive. However, I explained my visit and he obliged. The first point was naturally his relationship. The second and easily the more unusual point was the gallery. Pickman explained that his artists or students were virtually blind and so their canvases seemed empty.
"But, sir, when or if you stand before one of them, it will change."
I needed not to ask how.
My FoodMy Food
Dictated by Puabi
"Come and enjoy this, darling!"
"Awww, beloved, I need only your love."
He sits near me every day after noon
In the quiet comfort of his room
And feeds me a share of his lunch
She chews a few bites of our selection
Then she wipes her lips
And puckers for a passionate smooch
He feeds me so tenderly
And sees whether I am full
But truthfully I need only his love
His love is my food
The Letter in the SandThe Letter in the Sand
Sometimes we stop along a sunny beach to write letters and pictures in the sand. Sometimes, depending on when we arrive, we find one written if the waves haven't washed it away. That is indeed rare because we all know that the waves will come within a few moments. But I must report a rather strange case that I saw at the beach up in Rhode Island.
I was on a holiday there at the time. Usually I head for the coast around twilight and simply comb the beach. One mid-evening suing my holiday, I was combing the local beach and I discovered a strange image or symbol scrawled on the sand that, very curiously,the waves had not washed away. I noticed that waves swept up every five to ten minutes. However, despite this, the symbol remained intact in its place.
I photographed it and waited to report in the following morning. Then, I headed for Providence. I entered the city round noon the next day and searched for a studio to develop the photograph. I found one about t
H2N5E3 Alien VirusH2N5E3 Alien Virus
I can barely be certain how long I felt this way. It seems to be a fairly long time.
I have the persistent sensation of being empty and disoriented in our world , as though I don't belong here. I remember since my later childhood that I felt alienated but I had not the same sensation that I feel now.this sensation is the feeling that I am in another world, alone, and uncertain of where I am exactly. I am among other humans, physically, but I feel at distance from them, alienated and unable to relate. I feel aloof as though I am higher in altitude. Like looking at the world from space. Furthermore, there is the persistent feeling that my energy is sifted. Something is draining it. I feel constantly tired and listless, although I move and think normally. Additionally, I feel that I should not be here but in that or another world, much the same way as my childhood.
The sad thing is that I have no means to leave here for that world. However, when I sought pro
Tranquil Repose #3Tranquil Repose 3
Lying close together in quiet air
Heart touches heart
She is speechless with delight
Confident of my faith
Today we renewed our vows
To stay together till death
But not even death will part
We are together and she is always there
Side by SideSide by Side
Where will you find us, her and me,
Any time night or day?
Where should we be,
Must we say?
Where every truly loving pair will be
From dawn till dark till dawn
Side by side, sharing the warm love we have
Our hearts know only one
Side by side, day and night
Breast to breast and heart to heart
Our love has no end in sight
We two will never part
My BlessingMy Blessing
Dictated by Puabi
Every night before I slumber
My love is the only one I remember
I look to heaven and I pray
For his happiness
He is my blessing
All I want and all I need
Every night and every day
May the lords above grant all his wishes.
Tranquil Repose #2Tranquil Repose 2
Every mate of the forest
Has only one wish
Her mate should return home safely
To lie down with her
Ishtar favored lionesses
Uma* liked tigresses
My darling is a bit of both
To my delight
But now I come home to her
And she reposes quietly
In our warm cave called Love
*Goddess of Brahmanic Hinduism
Among the BonesOf a graveyard mismatched piles of bones,
upturned dirt offer little solace for forgotten
no markers told of where they lay.
Silent burials happened there.
Not a word said as the dirt poured in the grave
of mismatched bones and broken skin.
For among the bones tales of woe sing out
sorrow for the lost moments and forgotten love
no one visits their graves in the forest.
Soft crying as they buried the past
quiet promises never to forget and please forgive
for it will never happen again they swear.
Yet the shallow graves all around,
speak a different story of hurt and pain
with mismatched bones sealing it away.
Unheard souls lay without peace,
waiting for the great one to call their name
among the bones they cry, always and forever.
disintegrationmy teeth are cracking:
i dream of enamel-kissed
spiders, their limbs trailing
the contours of my gums;
from nails, ungerminated
and rotten, desecrating
my digits; i dream
puddles of my own hair
the erosion of my flesh,
of my organs;
my resolve, too,
My townThere are so many towns but
This town is different
This town lays isolated
in a lifeless landscape
In this town wind doesn't blow,
Lightning doesn't flash,
And thunders aren't scaring,
they sound recognizable
to all citizens.
Sadism.She sleeps with a knife
Next to her right,
As she falls asleep
To her day dream...
So carefully she drags
The thin metal
Against your hot neck,
Not letting go
Until the blood has drained,
And your skin
Is as ice frozen as her heart
The blade shines brightest as
Sits upon her tasteful tongue,
Now blood red
She sleeps with a smile
With her blade nearby,
As she slips into slumber
After her dream has lived
Zalgo: Rend the VeilZalgo: Rend the Veil
Candlelit inferno, wretched, wasted, and wracked
A hole in the void burns two shades beyond black
The illusion is gone, look upon truth and weep
Line up for the slaughter, all brainless sheep
Torn eyes drip eldritch ichor, vile humours
There is no antidote for the poison, no cures
Ink of sanity’s ruin, this purest of the primal fears
The seven mouths speaking what no one hears
Unknown fates for all, an eternity in the rift
This sacred insanity, madness is his holy gift
And as the last mouth sings the song we waited for
What wonders beyond the veil will be in store?
I'm The Queen
Graveyards, suicides, & Halloween
they belong to my kingdom
because I'm the only queen.
I'm the queen of the darkness
believe what you read
this is not a baseless.
Blades are my companies
you may call it creepy
French may call it "manies".
I appear in your nightmare
covered with dark tattoos
you must worry & take care.
Razors are my comets & stars
they fall to sketch scars.
The scars drew maps on my arm
so I don't care to any harm.
Corruption OverloadFinally I have been freed from everything
that makes me human
Finally, I don't resists
I don't remind
others about themselves
Kick me in the head
I don't believe it helps
but you want to do it anyways
So kick me in the head
You have corrupted all my files...
Finally I have escaped from all the things
that made me human
I can do things without
Kill and slaughter
Until they see what I have become
and lock me up
So I won't
harm them again
Day of DemonsPeople walk peacefully down the streets
A loud murmur of talking is the soundtrack
They hurriedly move towards their destinations
Uncaring about those around them
Unknown to those hurrying people
Claws begin to poke out of the ground
Behind those claws come a hand, then an arm
Then comes the ugly head of the body
Out comes the first demon
A dastardly looking black creature
With joy, the demon comes behind a woman
Carefully, his long yellow claws reach for her shoulder
Annoyed, the woman turns around
But the sight of the demon freezes her anger
The blood drains from her face as fear overtakes her
She lets loose a bloodcurdling scream
Fueling the demons rising from the ground
One by one the rest of the humans notice them
Sending each of them into a panic
The demons happily chase after the people
Like a cat after a mouse
The reverberating screams are cut off
One by one as the chaos continues
The survivors hide where they can
As the demons run around the street
Occasionally slipping in red
Lines on Y'ha-NthleiLines
Far below the ocean's surface,
At the ocean's floor,
In a vast and uncharted region,
Where divers have never gone before;
Where the fish and sea animals shun;
Where the submarines do not wander;
There lies an antiquated city
Of awe and wonder.
In the corridors of that dark city,
Unseen and unheard by men,
The inhabitants sing praises
To Father Dagon and his mate;
Occasionally, they may come ashore.
Sources in the town of Innsmouth
Claim to have seen them then,
In the far corners of the town,
To establish an Order of devotion
And their reign on the world_
Alas! for-ever more.
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