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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?

Body Dump in my Brain

 




There's No Telling How Many Bodies are Buried in the Woods of My Dreams.
                 Laura Chowanski

Obsession Bag; 

an appliqued, bitchen, fabric pouch necklace that holds your obsession close to your broken heart.

(fits credit cards, ID and room keys)

MADE BY: Laura Chowanski of

 XCENTRIC DESIGNS

COME TO ME...

Dwell upon the fickle whims of lust or the glorious agonizing longing that almost threatens your sanity.

Heart beating wildly gasping for our last breathes in our hour of judgment

White noise vibrating through damp flesh

A stark tepid air surrounds.

Embraces.

Poof 

…it’s gone.

Stroll along these dilapidated streets through macabre fog

Alone in the dark.

The dank smoke of a cigarette and the fire of a dram of whiskey to chase down the hunger for that which cannot be consumed.
Come to me......

A charge in the air evokes a shiver, an exhale and a flash of heat under the sparse light of an old gas lamp. Come to me...... 

The immediate desire is palpable, floating out of the fog 

with the courage of many men gently bestowing upon bare skin a soft caress. Come to me......

To run would set off a thrill that would outlast the hunt

But the body is motionless unable to move one throbbing muscle as

The eyes are blinded to what your soul is willing to give up.

Bargain for. Come to me......

A single shot rips through the belly ending on an agonizing gasp,

A single tear. Come to me..... 

Feverish glazed eyes stumble through the fading delusion

Hand outstretched begging to stay.

Poof

…The memory is a ghost

Come back to me...... 

Turn and walk away

leave behind the cold empty tomb of what could have been.

Torture, sweet torture, dangling in front of you

That which is most desired,

That cannot be,

Should not want,

But would die without.

"Who Cries for the Weeping Angel"

There’s a girl on the corner in a long black coat

That covers the hole from her gut to her throat.

I wouldn’t have noticed, I would have passes by,

But the pain that I saw she spoke with her eyes.

“They say I am forsaken, broken and lost.”

She carries her heart in a cardboard box.

Her voice was like moonlight, disturbingly sweet,

“May I ask you a question? “

My heart skipped a beat.

What seized me with pain was a ghost from the past,

I knew with whom she spoke

I would be the last.

“Someday for this kindness a debt will be paid”,

Her icy fingers on my cheek she gently did lay.

“If I ask you to choose between me and a lie,

Would you give me your heart or leave me to die?”

A tear silently fell: her voice was quite weak,

Leaving a trail of blood down her cheek.

“If I said I choose you. Would your sorrow be gone?

Would it give you the strength and courage to go on?”

“Alas, there’s no heart in my breast to keep beating,

It’s my soul the after-life needs to be greeting.”

For a girl long ago and this sorrowful wretch,

I placed her cold hand over the warmth in my chest.

At that moment, she shimmered, and drifted away,

Rest in peace for a beauty that died on this day

The eerie night whispers: the wind sings a son

You have now been forgiven

 by the one you had wronged.

Who weeps for me, the girl with no heart?

Will you dance in the darkness or tear me apart?

Promise me love and tell me you care,

Rescue me from my heart-wrenching nightmare.

Who weeps for an angel that fell far from grace?

Will you give me a kiss?

Wipe the blood from my face?

Who lays their battered hand on her cold carved stone?

Resting warm flesh above her sweet bones.

Who cries for the wretched finally at peace?

Who gave a damn

when her breath

Finally did cease?

He once said he loved her: once gave her his heart.

Does he regret her madness in which he had part?

Who cries for the weeping Angel?

Buried,

             Dead,

 and

                                                                                                                     Gone.

She’ll whisper in your ear if you sing her a song.

Laura Chowanski   1/26/2011