Exhumed By Scrying Eyes
Writer / Filmmaker / Photographer / Storm Chaser / Paranormal Expert / SFX MUA / child abuse and 2x Death survivor, depression, homelessness, ulcerative colitis (Pancolitis) Charitable / Philanthropic. (Anti-drug) Honest, swimming, racquetball, hiking, travel, kickball; zombies, horror, comedy, metal, being creative & blue cantaloupes. There's no such thing as a blue cantaloupe, but they are my favorite. Currently disabled, in hellish chronic pain & unable to do anything I enjoy.
Ever since I studied trigonometry, I find myself going off on tangents. - Me
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Pang and Labyrinth in POETRY
Face down, crying in a puddle Salting the earth with unfolding history. Insects cling to the stringy tassels of disheveled hair Lifeless as I am. Mud in my ears, lightning in the sky Drowning… th...
It is entirely unlikely, yet unrealistically conceivable that somewhere, someday, on some distant planet, in some distant galaxy, in some other dimension… it is raining tongues.
The Re-imagining of Nostalgia #9 in General Mental Anesthesia
When I first started my long-term relationship on the corner of Atlantic & University, I was just a young lad, barely able to drink without a nipple; it was early October 1995 and I accrued f...
I left my skin on the floor... in General Mental Anesthesia
Blue balls, green balls, purple balls… You guys know what I’m talking about. Racquetballs! Still not feeling much like writing, but in need of some amusement and nostalgia often serves that purpo...
Soliloquies In Skeletal Keys in POETRY
White-knuckled and pristine, she meanders between lamp-post shadows like ectoplasm in the wake of phantasma Translucently pale Stained in rusty gore I can not lament the death of the Devil’s whor...
Dingle-berries in the Breeze in General Mental Anesthesia
Harken back to the olden days! Not feeling it lately with all that’s going on with me. I needed some amusement so went full on nostalgia mode and read some old od entries. My doppelganger on th...
The Infestation of Darklings in POETRY
Tear open my skin and let the demons wherein feed on something other than a memory. Sparse and splintered and chilled by ghosts; numbed yet aware, my consciousness is all I have left. Wayfaring ...
Trying to stay alive; a futile pursuit. in General Mental Anesthesia
Took that picture yesterday. Metaphorically and literally… I’m not sure where this road goes… I was going to post about possibly being away for a few days because I was going to see a holistic ...
Slipping into Neutral on a Slope in General Mental Anesthesia
I don’t like posting stuff like this, but sometimes my brain is just so cluttered with stress, I need to just talk and pour things out. This is an update to my 1st entry on here entitled: [The A...
I think I’ve defined myself well enough on here to show that I’m a creative individual, but sometimes (often) in fact you do gigs that require you to restrain your creativity and work within cert...
A quickie, so you’re probably going to have to finish yourselves off… Captured this today, who says right angles can’t occur in nature?
Real EVP Unknowingly Captured on Movie Set! in General Mental Anesthesia
I think this is pretty cool & I’ll include some bts shots to give you guys an exclusive inside look. While editing audio in a scene from our new short horror film “The Shop”. I discovered a ...
His Heart Urns For Amnesty in POETRY
The child is alone; home; without walls. The ground is wet with snow cover, slush & icy mud; His toes frozen beyond his senses. Eyes dry and cracked from the frozen film of earlier tears, ...
Laws No One Wants to Abide By in RANDOMS (aka) "QUOTATIONS"
Pessimism is just the acknowledgment, and acceptance that there’s no escaping Murphy and his gang of laws.-
Siggraph & HD Party Mode - A Reflection in General Mental Anesthesia
Oh sure you can learn about me by checking out my “books” on here and try to figure out what makes me tick, but every so often I’m going to repost an old od entry and update it for the sake of no...
The Touch of Eternal Winter in POETRY
Blood-stained and saturated… I lie awake; immortal betwixt ethereal and authentic reverie. Here… there… then… now… of what is there left to contemplate? In being, laze suffering. A heart is a ...
I, Zombie - The Day I Died in General Mental Anesthesia
March 18, 2014. The day I died (twice). Death is an interesting topic, I’ve always been around it, fascinated by it and educated myself on the subject, but what happened on this day… I could not...
Corpse Nation in FILM / THEATRE / VIDEO WORK & CORPSE NATION
I haven’t posted about this yet because of my current health situation (if you’ve read my 1st entry on here entitled “The Absenteeism of Me & Regularity” I think you’ll understand). WARNING: ...
Photography: Subject "Baby" in FILM / THEATRE / VIDEO WORK & CORPSE NATION
Thought I’d post a photography entry. I know I use a lot of photo’s in my entries already, but some are professional, others not. These are a mishmash I suppose, you decide. My sister had a bab...
A Measure of Intelligence & Mental Kung-Fu in General Mental Anesthesia
I deplore the question: Is the glass half empty or half full? For major depression; I’ve seen a few psychologists in my life and two psychiatrists. Useless, the lot of them! Each one ALWAYS as...
A Fan of the Craptastic! in RANDOMS (aka) "QUOTATIONS"
If the shit does hit the fan, (which in these cases is usually a lot). I would only be worried if the fan is a nice industrial one, because a cheap one will likely break on impact. Not to menti...
Wrested From Quintessence in POETRY
I’m seeing all these posts recently - surveys about 2017, the year summed up etc… That’s not really my style and there’s no singular word to describe the level of Hell I have endured this year w...
The Light at the End of the World in POETRY
My poetry is all original, however; I wanted to share this. This is actually a song, but the song is horrible! It absolutely ruins the beauty of the lyrics, I will give credit, but strongly reco...
People like photo’s and interesting stories, so I thought I’d share one with plenty of pics about my storm chasing of Hurricane Wilma originally posted on OD with about 80 comments, but let’s st...
Lost in the Darkness in POETRY
Today is a measure of yesterday’s emptiness - A cavernous tomb of melancholic ruin Isolated and surrounded by death My heart swims amidst a river of violins - Their solemn tome sets me adr...