Thursday, May 16, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
From the Archives: The Phalman
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Featured Creature: Prisoner of Vz
From Marge Hollander's Digest of Demons and Devils:
The Chornoho Zabuttya, the hood of oblivion, is described in the ancient Die Tür Des Bösen as a curse of the highest order. It is considered a Doom. The exact method of creation of a Prisoner of Vz is unknown as there are no recorded survivors of this curse. There have been only five recorded sightings of a prisoner of Vz.
The Chornoho Zabuttya, the hood of oblivion, is described in the ancient Die Tür Des Bösen as a curse of the highest order. It is considered a Doom. The exact method of creation of a Prisoner of Vz is unknown as there are no recorded survivors of this curse. There have been only five recorded sightings of a prisoner of Vz.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
Thursday, May 09, 2013
My Skin Crawling Comics Update
UPDATE Night of the Living Dead: Barbara Zombie Greyscale
Wednesday, May 08, 2013
From the Archives: Neon Vampire
Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Featured Creature: The Spawn of Vz
"Slowly, I moved into the room. The smell of mildew and rot was overwhelming. I covered my mouth and nose with my shirt sleeve, trying not to gag. The floor was a sea of trash: half eaten pizza crusts, emptied soup
cans, a bicycle tire, myriad candy bar wrappers, a soiled shirt, empty soda cans and bottles, a child's stuffed animal, wadded paper and boxes, and several filthy overturned buckets. As I crossed into the
room, large dark shapes skittered out of my path, disappearing into the
canyons of trash.
Monday, May 06, 2013
Friday, May 03, 2013
New Abstract: Becoming Stranger
My past is not my future,
my mind is not my heart,
my skin in not my soul.
The temple of my life's meaning
is the full action of my existence.
It cannot be measured by me
until my passing into silence
and even then
I have no assurances of truth.
I am a stranger to myself,
but sometimes,
through the clouds,
I catch glimpses.
my mind is not my heart,
my skin in not my soul.
The temple of my life's meaning
is the full action of my existence.
It cannot be measured by me
until my passing into silence
and even then
I have no assurances of truth.
I am a stranger to myself,
but sometimes,
through the clouds,
I catch glimpses.
Thursday, May 02, 2013
Wednesday, May 01, 2013
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