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Author: Ash

On the Night of All Things Hallow

Between the smokes and the crack of dawn, my muse turned up… Not one but two of them.. Weathered faces and jaded eyes, they told me to write The Scar Clan Manifesto. “So many people want so many things, how do you keep track of all their shit?” Scar Face asked, peering at me through his good eye. “I don’t, really. That’s why I’m always here and hardly there… But what is here but there without a “t”, savvy?” I replied, smugly, “Plus,I know a little secret that keeps me comfortably insane!! Insanity happens to be my insurance against reality.” The old god sucked on his pipe thoughtfully for a moment and blew the smoke in my face. “Happiness exists, when you don’t know a thing, so I hope you don’t think this song is about you..” he said. And he cast me back tumbling head over heels back to… Earth!! You know you’re in for a hard time when you’re sentenced to life on this barren rock. The beast was here all...

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Of Omens and Demons

There was once a poet, who sold her soul to the devil. The trade was simple, a soul that had no real value in exchange for divine inspiration. “I want my Inferno, I want my Purgatory but I will forgo my Paradise forever after… In place of a non-existent heaven, give me fame ever-lasting. So that even when I turn to dust as I eventually will, my name will out-live me and my work will be the egregore written in the stars or the cyber sky.” said the poet to the devil. There was a silence as the devil took a deep drag from his cigar, smoke curling upwards into the poet’s eyes. “Your tears shall be the inkwell of your work… ” he smiled slyly… “After all, midway upon the journey of your life, you found yourself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost… and for you it will remain forever lost.” Any day you strike a deal with me is a hallowed day indeed. The beast was here all...

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Locked Up

There are so many demons locked up inside, I feel like glass… broken into a billion jagged shards. What is laced with hate will fate mutate; but tonight I so wish that my fate will take me far, far away from monkeys and lizards and all things that slither. The beast was here all...

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Snake Charmer

The snake charmer, whose name I shall not mention, is my muse tonight. Its always during the darkest hour of my plight, when there is not a soul in sight on this tiny microscopic rock, that I am ferried across the icy waters to an island where we pick words off thin air and string them together like pearl necklaces. From the deepest depths of my well of depression, in the name of the rose, I summoned my ghost… “Come show me what lies hidden from my mortal eyes.” The beast was here all...

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Cut

At the peak of the highest mountain, perched at the top of the tallest tower… That’s where we broke bread this night. “We shall never speak of this again,” I told my muse. He solemnly agreed. Pinkie swear!! “So what was YOUR most memorable moment while you walked this god forsaken world?” I asked. He thought and thought… *tick tock, tick tock…. C’mon, mate!! I got like 30 milliseconds left on the clock before I get my ass whooped back to that place again!!* And then he looked up… Like the sky just opened up and rays of sunlight broke through the clouds… except the sun doesn’t shine here any more. “The moment these words were spoken to me : “Verily I say to thee, that during this night, before the cock shall crow, thou shalt deny me thrice.” “And then what happened after?”… Inquiring minds want to know. **well.. Correction… Mind. Just me, coz I’m a busybody minding dead peoples’ business** He said, “We ate that damned rooster.” The way Daryl Dixon skewered the owl tonight??!! How deliciously delightful!! I met my Peter of the Crystal Clan. And yes he disowned me once? Twice?? Thrice??? What does it matter? A choice is a choice no matter how many times you stab someone in the gut, yea? Question… Does it blunt the blade when you cut someone up like...

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