I should have checked that I'd previously posted.
I did some editing (removing opening paragraphs).
The trippy language of Lovecraft is what I was after. The problem is--the ease of comprehension is slowed.
Since I started reading (age 5) I tried picking difficult books to improve. The problem with that is you develop an ear for puffy purple sentence structure :)
I appreciate anybody who is willing to read all that.
Yes, I agree. The story is truly weird. But, so is my mind :)
TerryWalstrom
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A Tale of Horror (and blasphemy)
by TerryWalstrom inlovecraft is a master of horror.what you will find below is a very short story.
i have written it.i was 'drunk on lovecraft' when i crafted it.it is pure horror and blasphemy.
only ex-jw's can perhaps fully grasp the depth of the horror...click on the link:https://drive.google.com/file/d/0b6a8sp5_psf-d2fktejjwwjrt28/view?usp=sharing.
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A Tale of Horror (and blasphemy)
by TerryWalstrom inlovecraft is a master of horror.what you will find below is a very short story.
i have written it.i was 'drunk on lovecraft' when i crafted it.it is pure horror and blasphemy.
only ex-jw's can perhaps fully grasp the depth of the horror...click on the link:https://drive.google.com/file/d/0b6a8sp5_psf-d2fktejjwwjrt28/view?usp=sharing.
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Thanks, I'll eagerly forage for C.A. Smith--sounds intriguing.
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A Tale of Horror (and blasphemy)
by TerryWalstrom inlovecraft is a master of horror.what you will find below is a very short story.
i have written it.i was 'drunk on lovecraft' when i crafted it.it is pure horror and blasphemy.
only ex-jw's can perhaps fully grasp the depth of the horror...click on the link:https://drive.google.com/file/d/0b6a8sp5_psf-d2fktejjwwjrt28/view?usp=sharing.
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H.P. LOVECRAFT is a master of horror.
What you will find below is a very short story. I have written it.
I was 'drunk on Lovecraft' when I crafted it.
It is pure horror and blasphemy. Only Ex-JW's can perhaps fully grasp the depth of the horror...
Click on the link:
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CAWS for CONCERN (Edgar the Crow gives fair warning)
by TerryWalstrom incaws for concern!
malone.
(a vagrant escapee from a butterfly net and he's on starbucks' patio jabbering non-stop at me!).
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That day was a one off.
There are a lot of 'regulars' and B.G. was a novelty.
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“My fightin’ name was Spyder.”
by TerryWalstrom ina huge man to my right has leaned in.
why do strangers talk to me without provocation on my part?
he is an enormous man--a man of color.
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Q: What do you think would happen if he were to meet Psychedelic Jezabel?
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I was Kidnapped!
by TerryWalstrom in__________________i was kidnapped today ____________.
a rainy day in ft. worth is bad news day for terry.
my elective transportation is 100% bicycle and i can get through just about all weather except rain.
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I thought I saw Dorothy today. I almost jumped out of my skin.
I was wrong, thankfully.
I might have to take up at a different location.
Too many 'characters' at the Hulen Starbucks. -
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CAWS for CONCERN (Edgar the Crow gives fair warning)
by TerryWalstrom incaws for concern!
malone.
(a vagrant escapee from a butterfly net and he's on starbucks' patio jabbering non-stop at me!).
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His manner of speaking sort of came through like the old character actor, Slim Pickens. Except, Pickens was charismatic and interesting. This fellow B.B. made you want to hide from him.
His language was rich, however!
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Psychedelic Jezebel
by TerryWalstrom inpsychedelic jezebel _________.
she’s psychedelic jezebel.
it says so on her vw bus, tie-dye blouse, and her handmade jewelry.. there she is now in her garden; child of the 60’s; a cinder from a long ago passed comet.she shoots me the “peace sign”.
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I added a quick one today; some guy sitting next to me. Showed me his fists!
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“My fightin’ name was Spyder.”
by TerryWalstrom ina huge man to my right has leaned in.
why do strangers talk to me without provocation on my part?
he is an enormous man--a man of color.
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He was a real guy. More real than real.
I don't know what the deal was or who he was.
Maybe it's like clouds. They appear and drop something on you and they're gone.
He was the weather; unpredictable.
I probably should have spoken to him by way of conversation. I can do that, ya know.
I just was...I dunno. Flummoxed?
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“My fightin’ name was Spyder.”
by TerryWalstrom ina huge man to my right has leaned in.
why do strangers talk to me without provocation on my part?
he is an enormous man--a man of color.
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“My fightin’ name was Spyder.”
A huge man to my right has leaned in. Why do strangers talk to me without provocation on my part?
He is an enormous man--a man of color. Lines in his face are open novels spinning tales of punishment. Puffy lids and yellowing sockets blink at the bright sunshine outside on the patio at Starbucks. His age? I’m clueless. My guess? About a millennium.“These my bodyguards.” Spyder regards his fists like a jeweler appraising a diamond setting.
He lifts the left and swivels the wrist. A half inch from my chin it stops. Well!
“This is ‘Oh Lord.” It floats in front of me like a bloated corpse in a dark river.The other one whistles at a blur and arrives in place of the first.
“And this is ‘Have Mercy.’ A double murder, I suppose.
He starts laughing. Shaking his head at some cryptic interior joke then turns back to his own table and sips his coffee.
I remind you, I haven’t even spoken word one!
All is silent. For awhile.Spyder turns again. He’s facing me.
(Here we go…)
“You alright. Ya know?”(Is he asking me or telling me?)
“You too.” (What else should I say?)
He laughs again. Turns away and sips.Finally, he rises on staunch limbs and exhales a long and slow stream of carbon dioxide.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”
He shambles over to a vehicle that appears to be some kind of Humvee and climbs inside.
'Perfect.' I think to myself. 'Dead solid perfect.'I’m a writer, so...
Here it is._______________