On a sprawling mound of steel and rust and hate sits a clockwork castle, the technological dread that is a machineÃ¢??s delusion.
Sometimes a painting is just a painting.
This is not one of those times.
Through mud and hate and rain,
Through blood and rot and pain,
The bell tolls for victim next,
To save Saint Ithiel, the Ashfeather Hex
The apples of a certain tree, when allowed to dry on their own, all have the appearance of shriveled human skulls.
Ideas ( Lifeforms ) | December 13, 2008 |