Halloween Light

They are the last romantics, these candles:
Upside-down hearts of light tipping wax fingers,
And the fingers, taken in by their own haloes,
Grown milky, almost clear, like the bodies of saints.

Sylvia Plath

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Knighthood

Something I've always wanted to build - a Knight.
A Dark Guard.  Six feet tall.

Basket Case

The works of Razordream.

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Meat Melt

Image by misterperturbed.

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Now Playing: Looper

Score by Nathan Johnson.

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Now Playing: Garden Of The Divine

By Between Interval.

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Cryptocurium

More by Jason McKittrick.

Looper

Highly recommend this film.

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Hollowface

Admission

Former Canadian Defense Minister spills some UFO/Alien beans.

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Capital Punishment

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Watchers

Image by honeyslide2003.

Begging For Candy

Now Playing: Futuristic Nightmares

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Mr. Jones

A while back I mentioned that I worked on some props for an independent film.  Shocktillyoudrop.com just featured a bunch of photos and some details about the movie.  Directed by Karl Mueller, it's called Mr. Jones, and it stars Sarah Jones and Jon Foster.  It'll be showing at the Tribeca Film Festival in New York this April.

I'll do a blog entry about how it all went down, but I wanted to post the pics and the article.  Super SUPER excited here.  So thrilled to see it's finally ready to be shown and marketed.  And the pics look really cool.

Directed and written by Karl Mueller. (USA) – World Premiere, Narrative. Scott (Jon Foster) is a filmmaker in need of inspiration. He and his girlfriend Penny (Sarah Jones) move into a desolate house hoping to make a breakthrough. Then they discover their neighbor, the elusive Mr. Jones. Famous for his haunting sculptures, Mr. Jones has remained a mystery to the world. Scott and Penny, convinced that they have found the perfect film subject, sneak into his workshop and realize that their curiosity may have chilling consequences. Who is Mr. Jones?

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Now Playing: Zombie Music

Sweets

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Dozens Of Children Would Fall By My Blades

Goodnight darling. Say your prayers. Oh and by the way, your father and I torched some maniac last night.

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Mini Castle

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War

There was something fungoid in the oily brown skin, something in the clumsy deliberation of the tedious movements unspeakably nasty. Even at this first encounter, this first glimpse, I was overcome with disgust and dread.

Suddenly the monster vanished. It had toppled over the brim of the cylinder and fallen into the pit, with a thud like the fall of a great mass of leather. I heard it give a peculiar thick cry, and forthwith another of these creatures appeared darkly in the deep shadow of the aperture.

I turned and, running madly, made for the first group of trees, perhaps a hundred yards away; but I ran slantingly and stumbling, for I could not avert my face from these things.

In another moment I had scrambled up the earthen rampart and stood upon its crest, and the interior of the redoubt was below me. A mighty space it was, with gigantic machines here and there within it, huge mounds of material and strange shelter places. And scattered about it, some in their overturned war-machines, some in the now rigid handling-machines, and a dozen of them stark and silent and laid in a row, were the Martians--dead!--slain by the putrefactive and disease bacteria against which their systems were unprepared; slain as the red weed was being slain; slain, after all man's devices had failed, by the humblest things that God, in his wisdom, has put upon this earth. 

H.G. Wells