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Willow Locke

Oh sweet girl, full of woe, dry your tears, I love you so.

She heard her sister cry out from her bedroom on the second floor, a heart-rending shriek. “Zil! Zil!” she wailed. Zilpah ran up the grand curving stair to her sister’s room. She eased the door open to see Shek sitting up in bed, a cutout of silver moonlight illuminating her dark silhouette. “It’s mama, Zil!” […]

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Paradise Lost

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Ruby has Telepathy with her Apart Sister!

Ruby has Telepathy with her Apart Sister! A webcomic by Ruby, made with a 1972 Polaroid Land Camera.

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This sign is hilarious

How could you throw a rock you could also climb on?

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What kind of camera does Reggie shoot?!?

It looks like a Rollei but it only has one lens?  Maybe a Brownie? I think with the size of the viewfinder and the large single lens in front it can only be a Hasselblad or a Bronica! I love how Reggie is an antagonist that just wants to shoot his camera all day.

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My Bunny has a Start-Up

Poppy the Rabbit has decided to create a Start-Up! She is going to change the world by disrupting the paradigm of doing things. The potential for cilantro is incredible. We are in the middle of a revolution in cuddling. Poppy will help you not leverage your potential, or much of anything.

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Ruby is five!

Happy birthday to my beautiful little girl. A ruby means joy, passion and intelligence, just like you!

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afterdusk

Afterdusk Bat over mirror pond Life in fragile array cartwheels to kiss the surface And eat an insect Insignificant and holy It too is life

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Beauty is Terror

The terror of the slime mold, only slightly ameliorated by its small size, is the concept of permeability: of consciousness, of states of being. The power of all of our movie monsters, (Vampires, Zombies, Werewolves, etc.) comes from the concept of permeability. Vampires and Zombies exist in permeable states between life and death.

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Willow Locke

November 30th, 2015

She had lost him, she knew that definitively. She hadn’t understood who he was. She hadn’t understood him at all. It was only when she saw him pointing the revolver at the car, risking his life for her, that she saw his courage. There was an aura of destruction emanating from her, spreading out like […]