Speaking of Tom Waits, this field trip story is one of my favorite stories ever.
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My son T_______ at an illuminati meeting...
rock on.
doubleplusgood:
- Medusa's Ladder (my column at Binnall of America)
- Women of Esoterica (I am a co-blogger here)
- My page at Associated Content: articles about UFOs, remedies, mysteries
- Me at UFO Digest
- Steve's megagood paranormal site.
- The Debris Field
- Signifying Nothing
- Adam Gorightly's Untamed Dimensions blog
- UFO Mystic
- Regan Lee's fabulous Vintage UFO blog
- Home of the Aleister Crowley Society
Beamships Equal Love's Recommended Reading List
- {OTHERWORLD}
- The Perfect Medium: Photography and the Occult
- The Beginner's Guide for the Recently Deceased
- Children of Ezekiel
- Daimonic Reality
- Archaic Revival
- Immortality and Our Employments Hereafter: With What a Hundred Spirits, Good and Evil, Say of Their Dwelling Places
- The Cosmic Serpent
- The Holographic Universe
- {OCCULT}
- Arktos: The Polar Myth in Science, Symbolism, and Nazi Survival
- Creative Visualization (The Secret on Steroids)
- Do What Thou Wilt: A Life of Aleister Crowley
- {FICTION & POETRY}
- The Last Witchfinder (James Morrow's Masterpiece!)
- The World Doesn't End by Charles Simic
- The Keep
- Mating by Norman Rush
- Special Topics in Calamity Physics
- Restless Nights by Dino Buzzati
- The Haunting of L.
About Me
- richelle
- My eyes are Otter Pop slush. Meet my hair, a weedy Medusa. You can carve me like a Whistling Swan, but I sing only the blueness of Superman's cave. My eyes return among married life, seven times lost: in Antarctica, lost the slots. I knit a web full of hands, yet only the lost apocalypse touches me. My wars are warm now, and my eyes are meshbags of melting chocolate coins. What am I?
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