Emerging Illusions Fashion Show thursday 8th, DNA Lounge

SEXY TIME!!!

This is the second annual show, I am SO vibrant. Come check it out, I dare say that the 1st one was the most vivid and uniquie show I had seen all year, this one will add more facets. I'm one of the designers and also modeling. For those of you that saw my story last time, alas, no I will not be gaving bisexual Atlantean leather clad sword wielding slave-traders... This year I've collaborated with Clotho Constrictor to weave together a kabuki-bellydance-sea deamon/dragon fusion.

The other designers are also amazing. There will be eXquisite vending. See our add in the sf guardian.

Doors open at 8, show starts right at 10:30. 21+ $11-$13

www.emergingillusions.com

(I am designer shadowspawn)

www.dnalounge.com

come one, come all

Dream Triad For Your Reading Pleasure

A woman was frantic. She drove, she flew, she ran. Wherever she went she would catch glimpses of an ominous tower. She caught sight of it from her train window as the mist parted in the morning over the Colorado mountains. In New York her cab nearly passed by it but she screamed at the driver to stop, leaped out and got on the subway. One morning in a cheap motel in Oklahoma, she opened he drapes to let in the light but saw only the stone wall of the tower. She had few belongings from always being on the run, but these she packed in haste and sought charter on a Chinese freight ship. There was soon a storm at sea but the clouds parted, there stood the tower. The ship smashed to pieces upon the tower and the woman drowned.

Two meadows drifted lazily in the sky. A warm wind blew them softly together. The grass from the meadows intertwined. I awoke with my hands laced in my girlfriends jasmine smelling hair and our limbs were entangled.

An old homeless man with crusty poxed skin begged me to help him out with something. I went over to the hood of the car he lived in and he asked me to help him press down harder on a pen as he wrote the history of somewhere not on Earth. I asked him if he required clean paper or a fresh pen but he said that history but be written exactly as it is, imperfect. After a short time he was finished and said he would reward me by showing me a sight I would never see again. He opened the lid of a clear plastic box which let out a flashing illumination. Inside the box was a fantastic set of stones that shimmered and changed color. He scooped these up in his gnarled hands and they changed at different angles like holograms only perfectly alive to show fish swimming and parrots preening and flying, indeed some of the parrot images were so real that a few birds flew out of the stones. I had never seen something so amazing and asked him if there was anyway I could trade him for one of the stones, but at that he closed the lid rather sharply and told me that sometimes to see is to Possess...

I have been exceptionally happy lately. Enjoy your Sunday.

Engagement On Alameda Shore

Jogging along in the Alameda bird reserve today, I noticed a red tailed hawk exhibiting strange behavior. It would fly up about 50 feet and then dive down, then repeat again. I ceased running and crept stealthily forward through the tall water rushes but the hawk was not one to be sneaked upon, fleeing into the air with a cry. I could not perceive any creature or object that had consumed its attention. I returned some moments later with binoculars from my car and spied upon the scene from a distant perch. The hawk flew up into the air as before and swooped down to strike a well concealed duck in the face with its talons. At the point of each impact the duck would turn and raise its blunt bill as an ineffective defense. Its face was sad. The hawk continued relentlessly, wearing the duck down with each taloned strike until it lay still at last. The hawk cried once in triumph, landed upon the motionless form and in another moment it held bright entrails more red than it's own tail feathers in its beak. I waved at the red tailed hawk from my far away viewpoint and it took to the air with its red rope and vanished over a bridge.
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Been very busy studying the human body lately and how to heal it and do so enjoy the time it takes to raise ones head to the fleeting sunshine and snatch a quick adventure. 15 units worth of EMT classes can steer ones thoughts. Perhaps I should have done CPR on the duck and staunched its wounds? I think not.

I'm currently reading, "Shadow & Claw" by Gene Wolfe. Best fantasy novel I have read in some time. Kind of like Edgar Poe meets Elric meets a dreamscape...

I also saw some unusual commonalities. A large brunette woman wearing a brunette sweater leading a large brunette dog. An old man with wild white hair and white pants leading a wild haired white dog. Two girls dressed in the same clothes, each standing on a similar rock in the sea, taking a picture of each other simultaneously...

Vampire Dream

I've been dreaming a lot about vampires lately but I shall tell you of the silly one I had last night. The latest dream was an entire saga that lasted 400 years going through the 1700's and ending in in the year 2100. I slept over 12 hours to get the whole story but I dare not publish the whole of the matter here, just a taste to whet your appetite. A group of 4 vampires settled in a cabin in the snowy Swiss Alps. Year after year, they sucked the blood of commoner and lord alike, swelling the ranks of their conclave with pale skinned night loving blood suckers. As their ranks of followers increased, thus also did the stature of their dwelling, morphing into a decadent winery, a forbidding tower, a dark castle, and eventually the finest futuristic cybernetic vampire goth club skyscraper the world has ever seen. This dance club was so fancy that the main dance floor was made of see through quartz a mile wide suspended over a lake sized aquarium of piranhas and other obtrusive fish. Towards the end of the 22nd century, a rival vampire lord grew jealous of the fancy fine goth dance parties at this establishment (his own vampire dance club in Tokyo was out of fashion) so he sent over a hoard of foaming mouth zombies led by his own vampire officers to raid the building. The master of the defense was well prepared to deal with this onslaught though for he had a secret weapon, a pack of mysterious cards that he scattered across the ground in front of each entry way and at the base of ever stair. If any trespasser set foot upon one of these cards, it would transform into a thick and stanky rug that folded up the interloper into its folds and instantly levitated itself and its occupant to the moon. Needless to say that any occupant carried in such a manner to the moon, did not always make it there in the best of shape. So it turned out that the invasion was a failure and the little dark lovelies were allowed to keep dancing in peace and both they and the piranhas below them were content for a long time there after.

ps I forgot to mention that I saw a few of my fabulous friends in this dream over the years of its course. I dare say I witnessed a lovely piano entertainment piece put on by the Good Wizard Profos at the later end of the 18th century in one of the tower wings. Jay was dancing up a storm in the main hall somewhere around the year 1900, he performed a rather smashing snoopy dance. Last but not least I saw my friend Sarah seated on the side of the piranha enclosure during the final party, wearing a perplexing maroon long sleeved striped shirt where the stripes were made up of very small ball bearings and motors that sent the red stripes traveling in different directions upon her shirt.

Seize the Moment

Activate quickly and make a productive use out of the remainder of this evening.

~A public announcement from your own mind