Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2014-01-12.01

    A deity approaches Weaver under the guise of idle chitchat. A request is made that Weaver adds conditions to before acquiesing. Wibbly wobbly time means the request was partially fulfilled a week ago, yesterday, and is yet to be completed. 463 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2014-01-11.01

    Weaver is chilling at a coffeehouse with tarot cards. A yellow suited man demands she reads for him. He didn’t like the answer. 949 words.

  • Idling: 2014-01-09.01

    Keri whines bitches thinks out loud about the second crucifix to come into her possession, and the cognitive dissonance from having a rosary of her very own. 400 words.

  • Got That Mojo Working

    You got that mojo working. And it’s good to see you smile. You got that mojo working. And it’s good to see you smile. You thought that creek had run dry. But it’s been flowing quite a while. ~guitar solo~

  • Dream Journal: 2014-01-06.01

    “The moon is gilt with silver.” But ‘gilt’ means covered in gold. Right?818 words and one video.

  • Dream Journal: 2014-01-03.01

    The Demonstrator returns to play with dirt and candles.303 words.

  • The Science of the Cards

    Science tells me the paper is being warmed by my hands. Science tells me the paper is inert and nonreactive. Science tells me the paper is a construct without cognition. The cards tell me they are eager for work. Science tells me the deck is made warm by friction. Science tells me the deck retains…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-12-30.01

    Weaver wants the truth reality regardless of her capability to handle it and finds herself with an arduous written test but with only fifteen minutes to complete it.1,821 words.

  • Swamp Manners

    Eyes in the trees. Teeth in the water. Don’t bother the crone and the crone won’t bother. Bites on the legs. Webs in the face. Better know your manners and better know your place. Trees hide the sun. Weeds hide the deep. Don’t speak of anything you wanted to keep. Bones for the gnawing. Meat…

  • Dead Twice

    Life poured for you the sweet. Death poured for me the bitter. But I’m the one that’s alive. Dead twice, but still living. Life poured for you to spilling. Death poured for me one swallow. But I’m the one that’s breathing. Dead twice, but still kicking. Life yielded you what you wanted. Death forced me…