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The Kubs of the Mountain Oh the man, Kubs was his name, renowned and famed, for his climbing game. Climbing mountains, and peaks of snow, facing danger, never feeling low. But one day a man appeared, a genie with insidious desires, who hid in shadows, and watched the climbing fool. With a flick of the genie's wrist, and … Continue reading The Kubs of the Mountain
Nightmare "Behold - a horse of dark vapour and flames." The creature galloped through the city, hooves clamping on damp cement, beneath towering skyscrapers - of dark metal and filthy glass. I chased it to a brick wall, covered in black paint. The horse vanished. I stood alone. The wall fell. I usually never explain … Continue reading Nightmare
Maggots Blisters ache, they throb, and they scar. I scratch. My skinless flesh leaks pus and blood. Maggot infested are these wounds. And my heart. With lipless lips I whisper to her; "Take it!" - F H Hakansson
Another morning. If only I never woke up. The cameras smile and I am ready. They watch me with respect. They want me. But what if they see how broken I am? The light fades. And my mask falls. I did a good job. Holding out. But I kind of wish they would know. That … Continue reading Another Morning
Today I received a Japanese cover sleeve for the PS3 (and 360) game Dark Souls. It is signed by Hidetaki Miyazaki who is the direction of the game. Happy times! Hidetaki Miyazaki's signature from the bottom right corner. Full Japanese cover of the game. Picture from inside the sleeve. - F … Continue reading Signed Dark Souls Sleeve
Inferno The earth It reeks of corpses And flames and fire And sulphur Screams of agony I descend the circles One more awaits I will not die I will suffer Here Eternally - F H Hakansson
There is a reason I haven't published anything for a few days. Namely because it was my birthday yesterday and I spent the whole weekend celebrating (and recovering)! All of yesterday was spent answering over a hundred calls, texts, and various messages. Never realized getting older took so much effort! So now I'm back in … Continue reading Happy Birthday to me!
Oceansoul The man hung from a cherry tree. A camera fell out of his pocket. He had taken a picture, of the ocean above the sea. - F H Hakansson
Chew Sometimes I fill the table, with all the food I crave. With a gaping bite, I eat more than I can chew. Until I choke, - F H Hakansson
Come Come find me, at world's end. Come see me, in broken glass. Come love me, rape my corpse. - F H Hakansson
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