My parents met Moondog once as they were returning home from a dinner party. They spoke with him for an hour on the deserted city street.
My parents met Moondog once as they were returning home from a dinner party. They spoke with him for an hour on the deserted city street.
Ain't she a cutie. Lago and her educated tail. Reminds me of Vaughn Bodé's stuff.
Never heard of this artist before, but I can see the comparison based on the body proportions haha.
Myco recognition.
Nice illustration. Where are her feet? Unless that's them. That's a strange technique I have never liked.
She's enthusiastic, in a black velvet painting sort of way.
That would make a nice Tarot card.
Do pumpkins really die? Because they are always resurrected as Jack-o-lanterns, which is another form of life, isn't it? Or pie. Hypothetically, the very first amoeba is still alive, spread across a hundred quadrillion fissionings. We all contain atoms that were created in other stars, so the whole universe is a supernova still in progress. Death is just life waiting to be redistributed.
I am disappointed that there is no film entitled Horror World. There is Dario Argento's World of Horror. Try A Comedy of Terrors, or Theatre of Blood, or Bloodbath in the House of Death, or The H-Man, for some really obscure stuff. Then, there's the scariest film of all time, Citizen Kane.
Snazzy.
The land down under... that makes America look like the land of equality. Never turn your back on anyone who actually likes Vegemite.
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