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First images of the Easter flyby (w/ @tamlynrogers.bsky.social).

Sunset puddle

Falling into the gap....

On the left, a black cat (barely visible, lying on a black sweater), labelled "not my cat", is asleep in a chair. Across the room, lurking behind a partly open door, a smaller black cat, labelled "my cat", glowers furiously.

The "not my cat" drama continues.

Fucking hell trying to make up stuff and write it down out of your own mind doesn’t get any twatting easier does it

We know what happened to those who chanced to meet the Great God Pan, and those who are wise know that all symbols are symbols of something, not of nothing. It was, indeed, an exquisite symbol beneath which men long ago veiled their knowledge of the most awful, most secret forces which lie at the heart of all things; forces before which the souls of men must wither and die and blacken, as their bodies blacken under the electric current. Such forces cannot be named, cannot be spoken, cannot be imagined except under a veil and a symbol, a symbol to the most of us appearing a quaint, poetic fancy, to some a foolish tale. But you and I, at all events, have known something of the terror that may dwell in the secret place of life, manifested under human flesh; that which is without form taking to itself a form. Oh, Austin, how can it be? How is it that the very sunlight does not turn to blackness before this thing, the hard earth melt and boil beneath such a burden?'

Not a bad time of year to reread Machen, imo.

I do not write much but there is not a day goes by that I do not think of you.

Dead bird Victorian Xmas card

Dead bird Victorian Xmas card

Dead bird Victorian Xmas card

Dead bird Victorian Xmas card

"iT's BegiNNning To LoOk a LOt LikE ChRistMAs..."

The Driving Stupid - Horror Asparagus Stories [US, Garage/Novelty] (1966)

The Driving Stupid - Horror Asparagus Stories [US, Garage/Novelty] (1966)
https://redd.it/79vxmy
https://youtu.be/IumIAl80CkU

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A weather update showing cloudy skies, cold temperatures, and suggestion of rain.

A Saturday so gloomy it feels like a Monday.

Counselling close study…

Please do not rake the leaves out of your yards. I am sleeping under them.

the cold grue

Trethevy Quoit

Trethevy Quoit
#TombTuesday

Finishing a novel is only a matter of effort expended over time but unfortunately there’s no way to know at the start how much effort or time will be required.

small hours big time Liz worked nights at that care home up the road said they'd do seances and tarot readings on shift it was just for a laugh but it got weird and had to stop Tina P. saw something write Yes on the mirrors

22/10/25 - nocturn

The Calico Wall - "I'm a Living Sickness" [USA, Spooky Garage Psych](1967)

The Calico Wall - "I'm a Living Sickness" [USA, Spooky Garage Psych](1967)
https://redd.it/46ixll
https://youtu.be/vG235IO_V9g

Isabella Streffen, FABULAE

Henry James was off his face on mushrooms the whole time he was writing The Bostonians.

Yeah, my 14yo daughter wants a CD player for Christmas because 'vintage tech is really cool' and I'm basically Lindow Man now

Notes, Murmurations: <br>The Notebook as Form of Rime <p>On 27 November 1799, while taking the night coach from Yorkshire to London, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, after fitful sleep, awoke at sunrise and watch

'like swallows beneath bridges, like starlings above clouds – points in time, and across landscapes.'
'Notes, Murmurations: The Notebook as Form of Rime' – Lisa Robertson on Samuel Taylor Coleridge's notebooks (& on notebooks, note-taking, a lifetime of reading)
draughtjournal.com/article/note...

Abandoned broken mirror

Portal 🪞✨

My *major* occult discovery POSSESSED, a novel by Rosalie and Edward Synton (real surname Corse-Scott), has a cover! It's out on December 4 - I'm *really* excited for you to read the book and my 5,000 word introduction which gives life to the authors and a critical overview of the novel.

To walk the wood is to learn languages. Tree twist. Leaf tongue. Bramble scratch. Every dance of the wind through it has accent. Each path a unique voice. Listening to the wood fills the witch's ears with whispered wisdom. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me / Fluttering from the autumn tree.”

woman, lounging on a motorcycle

woman, in motorcycle gear next to a motorcycle

“Known as the Motorcycle Queen of Miami, Bessie Stringfield started riding when she was 16. She was the first African-American woman to travel cross-country solo, and she did it at age 19 in 1929, riding a 1928 Indian Scout."

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bessie_...

The cosmic is fully on the surface