Repurposing Vicki

In this atomic age
We get our energy
From fracturing atoms

The monsters do their best
Ripping apart the world
To keep us together

But this atomic age
We must emit ourselves
To power the future

The Atomic Octopus Song (Goodbye Jamie)

Vicki doesn’t know it but I’m at work
writing a story about a monster
and when the goings-on turn sinister,
when the shapes in the shadows start to lurk,

she’ll be “the girl” making “the thing” berserk,
making it chase her into disaster,
but she’ll be smart—and a little faster—
so she’ll survive. That’s the heroine’s perk.

Vicki doesn’t know it but I’m afraid
when she realizes she’s been my muse
she won’t be amused that I made her smart

rather than a helpless, pretty, young maid
saved by a strong, tough guy. That’s what she’d choose.
That’s the monster. This is me. Fear is art.

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Big Chair And Three Women: (2) Big Chair



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Jeanne Hébuterne — Art As A Grail



Quasi Una Atomic Octopus Fantasia




This post is a nice round number. This is
my blog post number 1,300. Scary number!

The only thing I’ve done as a kind of
celebration—just for me—is I’ve
made this post straight text.
No graphics. No sound.

I know writers don’t exist
anymore, but I’m still here.

And I can’t shake the feeling
however insane it must be
that adventure’s waiting just ahead!


Adventure’s Waiting Just Ahead


Quasi Una Petroleum Fantasia