carnivale NOCTURNE, threading and logs

May 19th, 2011

carnivale NOCTURNE, threading and logs

Do you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need? And taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed? Of implication, insinuation and ill will, 'til you cannot lie still. In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil come closing in for a kill. Come feed the rain, 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust. Yeah, feed the rain, 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust.

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May 19th, 2011

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A brown paper-wrapped package, the size of a standard photograph and labeled 'Angel', will be left sitting out on the picnic tables for the reaper to find.

Inside is a painting, and a note written in delicate calligraphy which reads:

Death is an angel with two faces:
To us he turns
A face of terror, blighting all things fair;
The other burns
With glory of the stars, and love is there.

-Theodore Chickering Williams

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Who: Adair and Open!
What: A one-woman concert for a non-existent audience
Where: The Bigtop
When: Very late, after all the guests are gone
Rating: TBD

And what do I get for my pain? )
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