October the Twenty-Second is Light

The Art Philosopher

Posted on: 22nd Oct, 2015

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October Dark and light: Inspired by the ‘two sentence’ horror stories I have decided to embark on a similar theme but mixing it up with one day of dark and menacing suggestion and the next of light and cheerful. Monday – Friday snippets from your Art Philosopher until All Hallows’ Eve is over…

October twenty two

 

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14 Comments on October the Twenty-Second is Light

LL

LL

22nd Oct, 2015 17:10

…and all that progress ended as a family of falcons swooped down on the pigeons, helpless as they fed, killing and eating every last one…

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Jules

Jules Smith

22nd Oct, 2015 18:10

And this highly lethal and contagious bird virus had been manipulated and carefully engineered by a ruthless scientist in his lab. Once infected it would cause bleeding throughout the body, organ failure and death within hours. And he, the lonely pigeon man had agreed to set it free among the birds in return for a quick death and release from this torment of a world. A world that needed to be rid of the parasites that inhabited it: the greedy, narcissistic, motherfucking power players that dominated the western world. Within weeks most of this land dwelling scum would be dead like him and the Earth could heal before starting again. Breathing in was freedom.

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Exile

Exile on Pain Street

23rd Oct, 2015 12:10

Wow. You two sure know how to go dark. And it looks like it didn’t take long.

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Jules

Jules Smith

23rd Oct, 2015 15:10

Oh yes. We are the masters. 🙂

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LL

LL

22nd Oct, 2015 17:10

Alternative dark to your light: The Chinese Bird Flu, which had infected the pigeons that he fed silently transferred to him as he breathed in the lethal virus.

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Jules

Jules Smith

22nd Oct, 2015 18:10

See above 🙂

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LL

LL

22nd Oct, 2015 18:10

“Drink the wine”, my darling, you said
“Take your time, consume all of it”
But the roses were only to drain my inspiration
The promises were spoiled before they left your lips and…

I breathe you in again just to feel you
Underneath my skin, holding on to
The sweet escape, is always laced with a familiar taste of poison

I tell myself that you’re no good for me
I wish you well, but desire never leaves
I could fight this til the end
But maybe I don’t want to win

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Jules

Jules Smith

22nd Oct, 2015 20:10

And I won’t wake up, no not this time. 🙂

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the late phoenix

the late phoenix

22nd Oct, 2015 18:10

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Jules Smith

Jules Smith

22nd Oct, 2015 18:10

Haha! OK, I’m practicing ‘doin’ the pigeon’ in front of my very big mirror. I think I’m a dab hand. Just need a stripy boating jacket and I’m all set. *)

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Gorilla Bananas

Gorilla Bananas

23rd Oct, 2015 10:10

My compliments to the man if he can stop the bird shitting on his trousers. Does he look a bit like Frank Spencer? Maybe not.

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Jules

Jules Smith

23rd Oct, 2015 15:10

Ha! He does look a bit like him, yeah. Except I took that photo in Boston (not the one in Lincolnshire but that one in the States) Maybe he’s moved on from Phantom to pigeon man of Massachusetts!

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The Blue Grumpster

The Blue Grumpster

23rd Oct, 2015 11:10

And your book is mine…. finally MINE! m.i.n.e!

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Jules

Jules Smith

23rd Oct, 2015 15:10

Hoorah! I’m very excited. Hope you enjoy it, my lovely Blue 🙂

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