Friday, May 31, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
Be Your Creepy Self
Laura the Incredible Elder Goth in VEGAS, baby!
This is my favorite part of Vegas - going down stairs in my house pants to get my morning coffee. I have also been known to play machines for a long while and have a Bloody Mary for breakfast.
Me, Myself and I did Vegas. I had random people take pictures of me as I wandered alone. There is brightness in Vegas but it is always shadowed by the dark under belly. You can feel the sin, the possibilities and the mysterious.
Believe me - I have never been the weirdest person in the room. Their is a freedom in waving your freak flag loudly and remaining a ghost.
In the Venetian walking into the Palazzo. Imagine having an unlimited budget to create a back drop. I could really do up a macabre, dark and comfortable old romantic parlour.
There are so many new adult-video game machines.
I love the Dia de Muertos and other dark machines, like all the voodoo and monster games.
The totally not me thing is ....I love the "Sex and the City" machine. I did my 2013 tour in the MGM Grand, Cosmopolitan, Venetian and the Tropicanna!
I had the best Veggie Burger ever at the Grand Lux Cafe in the Venitian! For $16.11 I had an ice tea and a stick-to-your-ribs burger experience in a swanky joint.
A MUST for your next visit!
Grand Canyon nation park was the gourmet meal before a Las Vegas dessert.
I sat on a high rock 1 mile down a steep switchback and felt like queen of the universe!
The "Rat Pack" that joined me on my adventure to The Big Hole in the Ground, Arizona.
Fulfilling the promise and Dream-weaving!
xoxoxoxox
CREEPY DOODLES
My First Creepy Doodle
By: Laura Chowanski
I have gotten into the Doodle-Tangle thing, but...no one has a creepy doodle book. I started making my own. Do you like?
Monday, May 13, 2013
The Spider Must Die!
Death by Spider
I.
A
freakishly large spider sits in the corner of the tent
on
the deck of the house my father built behind our house
sniffing
my glue.
Vision
of a smoky nightmare.
A
broken soldier staring up the nose of a Panzer
Toting
a machine gun without any rounds.
Sleek,
impenetrable shell of the toughest behemoth to stumble into my nightmares thus
far.
Long
steely legs covered in razor stubble
A
cluster of bulbous eyes staring at me
My
fear immortalized in their reflection
Calling
me out.
I
weave between drips of rancid goo from its fat head
Dragging
my feet in full rigor
A
dead man’s shuffle.
Scarring
pink clouds of insulation leave trails of fiberglass down my windpipe
Unable
to plead for my miserable life.
II.
If
my armor is pierced how would death find me?
Blood
sucked dry until flesh is but a brittle tarp swinging from cracked frightened
bones
Bundled
in sticky white webby tendrils stained with blood.
A
life-sized thick tuft of cotton candy perched on a femur.
Jewels
scattered beneath wistful remains
Swept
away in a river of blood
Sliding
into the cracks of Papa John’s sturdy pressure-treated deck (Posts screwed; not
nailed.).
III.
All
around me the festivities continue without a notion
Inkling
Or
a grand gesture on the part of those beneath the watchtower
Celebrating
like there’s no tomorrow,
In
danger of death by spider.
If
only I was destined to swing a hero’s broadsword with the force of a nuclear blast
Thrusting
radiantly
Cracking
open the monster
Decking
scorched
Raining
black shells that morph into bats
Green
waste with chunks of liver and bone.
A
loud bang and a deathly jolt of lightning
Splitting
the beast in two
Eyeballs
scattering
Arterial
spray heaving bits of acid and hunks of squishy innards
Thumping.
Accumulating
like snow.
Laughing
as it dies.
If
only.
IV.
Skirting
the outer perimeter with my heart in my throat
Spine
puncturing a lung spewing bile
I
drag myself as far from dismemberment as humanly possible under the circumstances
Knowing
he licks at my heals.
Shit!
A
menagerie of waxy white creatures
Eight
delicate legs stretched out and bent lightly
Ghostly
chandeliers swinging breezily from dainty glowing threads
Breathtakingly
beautiful
Hypnotic
A
morbid mobile circling over the shadows of good times.
A
blink of an eye
A
studder
Haunted
apparitions glide as elegantly as toddlers in frilly tutus to the ground
A
bumbling ballet
A
ghastly distraction.
Violently
plucking the skin bags with the most adipisere producing blubber
as
easy as you please.
A
down comforter of terror squeezing volumes of blood into a cherry red bloated
frozen face of fear
Choking
Spatting
on the deck a gooey fountain of bodily fluids in clumps
Thump
Thump
Thump.
V.
The
albino beast hauls its catch back up the inside of the tent with the strength
of a ten ton wench on crack
A
dangling corpse on its line
Amongst
the subtle dance of glistening demons
War
heroes
And
the entire drowned passenger list of the Titanic.
The
waltz with death is near
Heaving
now from fear
All
the decks’ a stage
Oh,
Horror!
Careening
through danger in a drunken stupor
Frantically
searching for a gurgle
an
awe stricken expression amongst the dead and dying.
A
friend
mouth
opened
bits
of brain in her hair
Cigarette
burning to the quick
Suspended
between vomit stained fingers and a mouth quivering in disbelief
Fear
gliding on invisible wings of ash
Extinguished
by a whisper of hope
The
calm eyes of madness.
I
scream to her, my friend, “The spider must die!”
Not
taking her eyes off the twisted circus beneath the big top of the tent
on
the deck of the house my father built behind our house,
She
whispers,
“That
would go against everything I believe in”
Well,
“Fuck.”
VI.
In
the end I die valiantly
Not
giving those fuckers the satisfaction of a single tear
Severing
a leg, maybe two with a raging battle cry before death pronounces me.
An
honorable passing
The
way I always dreamt it would be.
A
legend in my own mind.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
The Bejeweled Witch
Clear Quartz and Silver Plated Chain Pentagram Power Necklace
7 Polished Clear Quartz and silver with a Pentagram charm
Wrap around your Tarot cards to hold in your personal power!
Color and Symbolic Mojo Bracelets
Lucky Trinket Green Magical Bracelet with a Horseshoe Charm
Green stimulates prosperity and generosity. Feel the wonderful vitality in living a life well lived. .
Did you know, ELEPHANTS are Good Luck?
Courage - Orange and Yellow Stretch Bracelet with a Cat Charm
The orange stimulates emotion and adds a warm helping of courage, enthusiasm, and
reminds us that with a positive attitude we will always land on our feet
reminds us that with a positive attitude we will always land on our feet
Earrings Fit for a Goddess!
Garden Goddess Polymer Clay Triangle Earrings
Moon and Stars - Pentagram and Crystal Earrings
Green Goddess Earrings
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Dark Poem
Surrounded
by the Shadow of Death.
Twas a cool damp morning. The kind where the clouds
have yet to rise and the mist awakens dormant flesh as it sneaks up behind me. Electricity whirls thru the dawn raining down
lightning that stings my naked flesh. For he is watching.
Thy
mist weighs heavy with every breath. A distant crow hacks out a fitful good-bye
from a perch unseen. The dead vibrate through all that is living. Thy shadow,
just barely visible, dances with the devil between walls of fog.
Those
who have long since passed sing to me and smile. They are happy now, and
forever will be, encased in the haze. They share private jokes and blood wine
moving as if I am not there, their eyes playing tricks on me.
I
breathe deep the earth, rain, and drowning embers. A low lit pathway beckons me
to dark endings. For aware am I of the dark shadow that binds me. For there is love
in a timeless moment when the mind dreams of the body wafting, rising with the murk,
toward the distant gray no-where.
I
see him and he sees me. Curiosities
welcome his eyes to meet mine as flames pirouette afore me. A ring of smoke finds
me dizzy. I sway and falter. For I am swaddled in a cold, damp grip of romances.
Tis
all a dream and I sigh as my wishes flutter out with the blood that quenches
his thirst. By his fangs I feel no pain. My colorless soul blooms as it swirls
making a forlorn figure in the image of which I once was, leaving a trail of frankincense
smoke in her wake.
Meeting
my eyes, he sighs, and wipes the blood from my cheek with a gentle caress. I wish
to see him again, forever, as my body melts into his. A smile colors my pale
cheeks as I drift off dreamless and at peace.
Laura
Chowanski, March 31, 2013
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