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A True Christmas Story

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  Wednesday I had to go to the Walmart pharmacy to get my mom her meds.  As I was waiting behind a very old man who was wearing a cap that said Marines on it, I noticed all this greenish liquid all over the floor.  I was wearing my superboots so I touched a toe in this and it was still very wet.  The old man was having trouble, and suddenly he revealed this object the size of a soccer ball.  It was wet and slime encrusted, the same color as the stuff on the floor.  Although I have never seen one, I knew it was his colostomy bag.  That meant that he had been standing in line with that thing dripping, and did nothing about it.  One of the clerks was dabbing at him with a paper towel, while he was going on and on about how he had changed it right before he came up to the store.  I doubt he had and I decided he was senile.  God, how awful.  I felt bad for him, and I wondered when he was at the Chosin Resevoir whether he ...

Desire And Becoming

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The Horned God, or the Sorcerer, Cave of  Les Trois Freres. Ariège, France.   Magdalenian Period, c) 14,000 BCE The original.  Lots of argument over whether those antlers are really there.  Photographs can be deceptive, and researchers can be prone to mistakes.  Therianthropy is the belief that humans can shapeshift into animals. The concept is very much with us today.  Werewolf, Van Helsing, 2004. Some people, of course, have more prosaic interpretations of such paintings. 'The Masterpiece On The Shithouse Wall', Robert Williams.  This is a Coochy Cooty comic, itself the adventures of a dissolute anthropomorphic crab louse. I started reading Mr. Williams at the age of 17.  That's why you are reading a furry blog now. A great example of prehistoric art, and one of the oldest artworks, the Lion-Man was found in 1939 in the Stadel-Höhle im Hohlenstein Cave. It was carved out...

The Dunwich Horror

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“Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimaeras—dire stories of Celaeno and the Harpies—may reproduce themselves in the brain of superstition— but they were there before. They are transcripts, types—the archetypes are in us, and eternal. How else should the recital of that which we know in a waking sense to be false come to affect us at all? Is it that we naturally conceive terror from such objects, considered in their capacity of being able to inflict upon us bodily injury? O, least of all! These terrors are of older standing. They date beyond body —or without the body, they would have been the same. . . . That the kind of fear here treated is purely spiritual—that it is strong in proportion as it is objectless on earth, that it predominates in the period of our sinless infancy—are difficulties the solution of which might afford some probable insight into our ante-mundane condition, and a peep at least into the shadowland of pre-existence.” — Charles Lamb: “Witches and O...