tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166210452012-01-10T14:54:42.494-08:00<b>"I'm my own radio,<br></b> <b>Miss Universe,<br> Universal Radio!"</b> <br> <b>- <a href="http://www.totalobscurity.com/nina/index.htm">Nina Hagen</a>, 1985 <br><a href="http://www.totalobscurity.com/nina/lyrics/ekstasy/ekstasy.html#URADIO">Universal Radio</a>, -</b> <br> <br> As Nina Hagen,<br> our founder in spirit,<br> sang in 1985:<br> "I'm my own radio."<br> <br> So am I.<br>Richard Codyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09836071864882271852noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16621045.post-4236189771496845162009-06-14T23:40:00.000-07:002009-06-14T23:43:23.400-07:00

Your golden joys were never girlsor boys, pretty as they may have been –long of limb, fair of skinand all too momentary.Ah, contrary!You loved deeper and always(as in Eternally) morethan the shallow cups of timecould possibly allow for -the heart that beatthe rhythm of your lifewas bigger than life by far.Your desire was too muchfor a single pale star,so you wished instead on galaxies!Compassion,

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a vasty deepunfolded from my handsand I lookedand saw that it was goodand wore the starsin shining strings‘round my neck like garlands.And the flowerson the wall and in the fields outsidesang a song so sweetly numinousmy body fell awayand my naked spirit shoneabsolutely luminousand softly sighed. . .- Transcribed by Richard Cody -

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The cell was small and empty except for the shadows which shifted and huddled in the corners. What light there was bled in sickly luminous hues of green, yellow, purple and gruesome red from the cold tiles, which upon too close an examination, revealed to my straining eyes the ghostly remains of unwholesome stains.“Please wait here,” said the liaisons, in unison. Turning to look at them, I

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Once, in other times, I was called “He Who Outwalks The Night”. Now the story behind that name is forgotten, even by myself, and I answer to whatever names the wind blows my way. Today, in Monterey, someone shouted “Watch Out!” and I turned to see an elderly man struck down by a speeding automobile. My name, I knew, would not be a warning, uttered in alarmed shock. Maybe when I was younger. I

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"Ah, my dear Carmichael!" Gilbert addressed the empty drawing room, raising an empty glass to the uppermost shelf of the immense bookcase in the western corner, where a dark gap in the row of heavy tomes suggested - rather obviously, thought Gilbert - the black hole of a vacant tooth socket. "Tonight, my good man, I toast you from this empty glass."A moment passed, during which Gilbert kept his

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She was drifting now, and had been for some time. Reluctantly, she dropped the last shred of pretense to which she’d been clinging regarding any sense of intent or control guiding her motion through this “vasty black”, as Puppy-Pup referred to the void through which she currently tumbled.Thinking of Puppy-Pup made her tremble. The long eared little gamin had vanished so suddenly and with such

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I killed Margo today, as easily as I write these words. Just wrapped my fingers around her throat and squeezed. It was not premeditated, this brutal act. It was nothing I had planned. Yet it seemed to me that when I looked into her brown eyes, desperate and straining under my crushing grip, and saw my own calm face reflected there, that it was a deed I had been meaning to do since the first day

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Bad Jack Handy’s LamentMy bones are dryand dead inside me.It’s been yearssince I’ve seen the sun.For love and moneyI sold my soulbut I’ve seen precious littleof either one.Oh, my lifeit seems ages agoI watched you circle the drainwiddershins and slow.Oh, my deathyou came and wentand I soon found out I was sent(not necessarily in this order) a gift and a curse.I cannot dieand I cannot liveand I’m

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. . . In those days, I was less of a recluse; which is to say that I spoke to somebody besides myself more than every once in a while. In fact, if I may beat a dead metaphor, I was something of a social butterfly – lighting upon the pretty flower of friendship, sipping the sweet nectar of romance. Always, however, in the service of what I used to call, with a straight face mind you, my civic

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We filled buckets with the blood of our enemies! Red and black and green – for all who came before us were enemies, and all who came before us fell before the wrath of our terrible faces!And all who beheld our wrathful aspect and fell before it were honored to offer the blood of their lives to the great and most terrible Shub i’ Rath!He who dwells within the earth and deeper still inside we who

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spindriftgossamerglossy, flossy thingwhirling, aerytranslucentluminous wingaglow a momentin the sunthe very nextcomeundoneTranscribed by Richard Cody, 2005

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Alice stepped into the room, filling the small space with her presence. Her eyes danced blue and beautiful, like waves crashing on a beach. She was vibrant, vivacious, barely contained energy rippling beneath almost luminous skin.“I will never love you again,” she whispered, soft as gently falling rain. “I will never love you. . .”I moved toward her, confusion gripping my mind, my blood, replaced

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Jersey wrote it all down, later. How we tripped down to the beach the night after the storm. All the way down from his uncle's place on the ridge we stumbled and jumped through and over uprooted tress and all manner of wind tossed debris. The morning air was crisp and clear, almost buoyant, as if the mad squalls that had ripped through the night before had scoured the atmosphere free of any

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“Come on home,” said the little man. “We ain’t got nothin’ but love for you.”The green blob discharged a pale, viscous substance from the topmost portion of its current elongated oval form and regarded the little man, deciding it was time to eat.“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” said the little man.Transcribed by Richard Cody, 2005

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The dead magician was Ivor Kant. Jerry recognized him from a book he’d recently read on the topic of the Enoch-Mesra tablets and the controversy surrounding their disappearance. Something Kant had said about errors in the transfiguration formula tipped Jerry off.When Jerry told me this, I became quite concerned. It was bad enough having a dead magician hanging about, but Ivor Kant! It was said

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His wife was not what she seemed. After the incident on the bridge, he was sure of that. Now, the many strange occurrences he had so readily attributed to imagination these past four months came back to him in a rush of memory.He had suspected nothing, really, until the night of the onion dip. The pictures of their honeymoon had been back from the one-hour lab a week or more at the time, he

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June 14, 2025Tlokli ExpeditionJournal of Robert Wilkington, ASMUThe heat was terrible today and the fleas, blinded by thirst, bounced like tiny erratically fired cannon balls across the dusty caravansary main tent – pinging, zinging and ricocheting from various parts of our bodies, the canvas walls, the dogs, even the very page these words are written upon! Maddening, and needless to say, I am

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They were made of lightand cast no shadownor did I in their presencebut I err to speak of myselfas separate from themin their presence I becameinfused by their lightit shone from my mouthmy eyes my fleshstepped away from my bonesto reveal a skeletonneither particle nor waveTranscribed by Richard Cody, 2005

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The new owners of The Harmony House had most of the interior walls of the old building removed and replaced as part of a black mold remediation. During this process, a strange skeleton was found in one of the ground floor bedrooms. Disagreement arose immediately regarding the age and gender of the short, thick bones. More than a few credible experts, citing the strange narrow skull, maintained

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