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you walked in, your fault.
No one notices my musical talents,
or at least they don't care.
So I play my violin.
I try to make it feel better,
The red notes pouring down my arms.
But nobody cares so I keep on playing.
I go numb as I play, fading into my song,
my noctourne of blood.
The rush, the peace, the release,
oh how it soothes me.
And I know I should quit but I can't.
Only my friends notice me playing.
But they'd rather watch and listen
to me pla... Read More

 
This was Tropical Storm Fay last night about 7:30. I live in Naples. This is my story....

The last two weeks have been really busy for me. I have been so anxious as the Minwax top coat was taking SO long to dry on Zeke...


The cool result of having to wait, however, was the fact that when I photographed Zeke at night, there was a full moon behind him! Creepy and cool!!


He's really gonna be a great addition to my cemetery. For now, though, Zeke moved into... Read More

so today i had to go to work with Danny.... and i got to work a little on some projects!
i worked on my torso: i have to stain the body, but the guts are a GREAT color, imo.then i worked a little on the spare parts bones:
i added some color to them. i still have to stain the skin though.these parts will go on the Pillar of Pain eventually, along with chains and some guts. hopefully i will get the parts stained soon and start putting it all together.
i also answered phones and rang up... Read More

Apparitions at Twistabout Ridge Clay County - Mountain Lakes Local residents tell many tales of ghostly happenings on Twistabout Ridge. One of the stories involves a family who moved to the area many years ago. A man came with his pregnant wife and a young girl who was also pregnant. The wife became ill so he hired another young girl to care for her. It was rumored, after the second girl became pregnant, that the man had fathered all three of the babies.
The wife mysteriously died, and local... Read More

Harper's Ferry, West Virginia
  Here, before God, in the presence of these witnesses, I consecrate
my life to the destruction of slavery......
John Brown, 1837 Along the streets of Harper's Ferry, West Virginia, a strange, gaunt, white-haired man walks along with a small black dog at his side. The two odd companions stroll past the storefronts and the buildings and the tourists who come here notice him and remark on his eerie resemblance to the man that made this town famous, Jo... Read More

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