Tuesday, January 24, 2012

This month's posts brought to you by . . Tampax.

Even before you learn to herringbone your way up hill or snowplow back down, there's one thing you should know: Tampax tampons will make it all a lot easier.
Internally worn Tampax tampons can't show, can't be felt, can't get in the way of your fun. They're small enough to carry in your pocket. And disposal's no problem at all. Everything's flushable.
Now, wasn't that an easy lesson?

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Smoking Man (Part 6)

His eyes remained in place, recording everything that transpired. Pulled flesh quivered and bubbled, changing from it's familiar green to white and down to a boiling red. It then pulsated between crimson and violet. The man who didn't know who he was felt the little identity he had gurgle up and fade away.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

The Smoking Man (Part 5)

His skin was untwined from his frame like scattered yarn. His mouth locked in a scream that no one could hear.

Monday, January 16, 2012

The Smoking Man (Part 4)

White lightening arced and cut through the night's sky. Flesh ripped and marrow crackled. It was too late for defense . .

Sunday, January 15, 2012

The Smoking Man (Part 3)

He would recall memories, but they were dull and faded. The cold tonight was numbing, even for his electrified dead skin. This didn't help as things were about to change.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

The Smoking Man (Part 2)

This wanderer was having trouble remembering who he was, or had been. He knew he was a man made from the parts of other men. His scars would sting sometimes when it was very cold out. But, it was frigid where he was born so he was used to the winter. Every now and then though he needed to bundle up.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Tin-Tin

I haven't seen the Tin-Tin movie. The work of his creator, Herge, as well as The Smurfs Peyo and Asterix's Albert Uderzo have been an influence on me, though in a very subliminal way.

Twenty five years ago today . . .

Twenty five years ago today, Vincent Price passed away. That rhymes. Rightfully considered one of the twentieth century's masters of...