tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5366024069182825446.post5794933994608273389..comments2023-06-04T08:42:45.067-04:00Comments on Killer Kittens From Beyond The Grave: In Drear-Nighted DecemberUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5366024069182825446.post-52903291249418041102008-12-03T00:24:00.000-05:002008-12-03T00:24:00.000-05:00just got blog back up and running. i posted a few ...just got blog back up and running. i posted a few pics from Halloween night & other oddites. check it out when you get some time fullmoonindustries.blogspot.com/<BR/>stay true~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5366024069182825446.post-35544539354681155852008-12-02T10:05:00.000-05:002008-12-02T10:05:00.000-05:00You wuz up late, Dew!! Not that I'm complaining; t...You wuz up late, Dew!! Not that I'm complaining; this piece makes my cheeks flush.<BR/><BR/>Also reminds me that I found a raven's feather, and I've been saving it for you. Although, I think it might actually be from a crow. Dirty bastards! Still effin' cool, though.Kitty LeClawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00006739666538857277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5366024069182825446.post-51764637075934175552008-12-02T02:30:00.000-05:002008-12-02T02:30:00.000-05:00Always Comes Evening by REHRiding down the road at...Always Comes Evening by REH<BR/><BR/>Riding down the road at evening with the stars or steed and shoon,<BR/>I have heard an old man singing underneath a copper moon;<BR/><BR/>"God, who gemmed with topaz twilights, opal portals of the day,<BR/>"On "our amaranthine mountains, why make human souls of clay?<BR/><BR/>"For I rode the moon-mare's horses in the glory of my youth,<BR/>"Wrestled with the hills at sunset— till I met brass-tinctured Truth.<BR/><BR/>"Till I saw the temples topple, till I saw the idols reel,<BR/>"Till my brain had turned to iron, and my heart had turned to steel.<BR/><BR/>"Satan, Satan, brother Satan, fill my soul with frozen fire;<BR/>"Feed with hearts of rose-white women ashes of my dead desire.<BR/><BR/>"For my road runs out in thistles and my dreams have turned to dust.<BR/>"And my pinions fade and falter to the raven wings of rust.<BR/><BR/>"Truth has smitten me with arrows and her hand is in my hair—<BR/>"Youth, she hides in yonder mountains — go and see her, if you dare!<BR/><BR/>"Work your magic, brother Satan, fill my brain with fiery spells.<BR/>"Satan, Satan, brother Satan, have known your fiercest Hells."<BR/><BR/>Riding down the road at evening when the wind was on the sea,<BR/>I have heard an old man singing, and he sang most drearily<BR/><BR/>Strange to hear, when dark lakes shimmer to the wailing of the loon,<BR/>Amethystine Homer singing under evening's copper moon.Mr. Karswellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15889717828895556186noreply@blogger.com