Hannibal said to me one day: “_____(enter in the most recent text saved on your phone)____.” I, of course, was flabbergasted that he would say something like that and proceeded to ____(what your pet did or has been doing in the past ten or twenty minutes)____.
Needless to say, the demonic mastermind himself raised an eyebrow at me, considering the very real possibility that I had gone utterly and twistedly ____(choose one word to describe your sex life)____ with my ____(what are you wearing on your feet right now, or what’s your favorite kind of footwear?)____, …
Eggshells, mine fields, manic depressives and obsessives
Obsessed with explosives to implode my sinews and leave me for dead
When all I want to do is traverse the landscape
And get to the other side without breaking any eggs for omelets.
That ain’t happening, because this is your brain on drugs,
No hugs here and no point in maintaining legs, just broken pegs
That are supposed to fit into the holes of some knock-off Lego set but won’t,
Because these eggs just killed baby chicken cutlets.
Might as well just stay put, saran-wrap my face for preservation,
Not letting air in to prolong the rot, decay, mold, to no avail,
Because eventually it’s going to happen and I’ll be thrown out
And left to live with the maggot infestation at my feet. …
The seed has spread, fed by false teachers and preachers
Preying and praying upon them with wanton will
To be still with lives and hives of minds behind them
Steering this and that way away from me —
And I cry out, hot tears of flames that are free
Of fullness, fondness, framed with banners of beasts
Clawing at my retinas to scar my vision
And make it so difficult for me to see —
Difficult for me to see that my legacy
Lives in the right, the true, the oak, the blue
Of a sky of possibilities, no limit at all but the ironwood universe,
And even then I still know no bounds that are profound. …
through fingernails and cuticles,
Closed in within cubicles of cold and darkness,
and static of two dimensions,
But fractal with angles of never-ending tesseracts
To echo the refilling of test tubes for intravenous contacts.
the senses with pretenses
Of tension to mention that this too soon will pass
And surpass the sense of fear near the heart
Facing the needle penetrating shields of humanity,
But my scratching on the wall…distracts.
Distracts from the droning, muffling sound
Of coherence cumming
from the trembling brain,
semen-filled drops of crystal-clear concrete pieces
Of voices in the…
It’s okay, Mom. I see everything now.
I know it’s too early, and you say the world’s not ready
To see me go, wanting me to go slow, but how?—
How can I go that slow when my heart beats so fast?
I won’t last, and the past runs past me to the future,
But that’s okay, because I have something for me on the other side —
Memories. Echoes. Lifetimes, they last. In the end, nothing has passed.
I want you to know that my time here will bring memories
And echoes, and tears, and laughter,
And a pastor singing eulogies, serenities, simplicities
Of realizations that reverberate and culminate in a truth
That will last. It will last lifetimes to carry the torch I once held
As a lasting impression that every session I lived through
Was for a reason. …
Sitting cross-legged under a wooden cross
Over my loved loss, I pause with the cause
To answer the hardest question: why?
Why is my father gone? Why did he have to leave
Like leaves of Autumn, or the setting sun,
Or maybe a dying son in the cancer treatment center? —
And why do I continue to cry?
Knowing he breathed for days and days
A raging fire of persecution, an execution
Against the blindest faith, like a self-righteous wraith,
Punishing souls and digging holes of unholiness?
That was his life. His purpose. His circus.
Ridiculing clowns and systems of downs
With no freedom of heart to let go of the loss
And just believe — believe that there was something amiss. …
More footage of The Last of Us Part 2 has leaked again, and this time, it’s not the main game. Rather, the footage is from Naughty Dog’s standalone multiplayer expansion for the game entitled Factions. The initial footage has already been slapped with a DMCA claim, but more footage has been leaked.
While The Last of Us Part 2 director and Naughty Dog vice president Neil Druckmann had stated back in September 2019 that the title wouldn’t include a multiplayer component as originally planned, Druckmann did say that Naughty Dog planned to release a new multiplayer offering after its work on the sequel was complete. …
H.P. Lovecraft unleashed cosmic horrors, elder things, and countless indescribable beasties on the world, but the author developed a reputation for his xenophobic and blatantly racist written works, as well. Author Matt Ruff addressed both sides of Lovecraft — the good and the bad- in his novel . He created a pulpy horror world where Lovecraft’s creatures exist during the era of Jim Crow laws. The collision of interdimensional magic with a dark period in American history created a richly textured, complex world with equally complex characters that made for a compelling story through terrors real and imagined. Naturally, it made good fodder for adaptation. Developed by Lovecraft CountryMisha Green and produced by Jordan Peele and J.J. …
The Shape may not be returning until October 2021, but Sideshow Collectibles is bringing Michael back to the toy shelf sooner with a brand new statue based on the original .
Sideshow and PCS Collectibles present the Michael Myers 1:4 Scale Statue, which measures a menacing 23" tall, wielding his signature silver chef’s knife as he stands on a Myers house themed base measuring 9.25" in diameter. Beneath his feet are sculpted floorboards, and around the exterior is a highly detailed, faded façade of the haunted Haddonfield home.
Four different sculpted window reliefs depict essential scenes from Michael Myers’ murderous history around the base, including Michael’s first kill as a child, the deaths of Bob Simms and Annie Brackett, and the harrowing closet attack as seen from Laurie Strode’s perspective. Rendered in sepia and detailed in three dimensions, these windows provide a horrifying view into the bloodshed Myers has brought home with him. …