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Their dreams are our nightmares
Freddy Krueger in Elm street [vintage style noisy scratches glitches, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1970 B series movie]
The moon asked the crow For a little show In the hazy milk of twilight No one had to know The moon asked the crow For a little show In the hazy milk of twilight No one had to know
[Shattered Image, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1939 B colour series movie] The Wizard of Oz's iconic scene
There's more to living than only surviving Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying Though you hear me I don't think that you relate My will is something That you can't confiscate So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated By destruction in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
SNIFFIN’ GLUE magazine high res photo cover for special issue #666 (May 2035) on traditional calligraphy brush, expressive line, ink washed. a ray of light in a world plagued by chaos due to geopolitical tensions and global warming., [a lot of writing and table of content issues like indie magazines]
[high res photo] creature from the depths of the dark forest, a shadowy being with tentacles for arms and eyes that glow in the night. This monster wears socks in knitwear, with a pattern resembling ancient runes. The socks pulsate with an eerie energy, matching the creature's otherworldly presence.
There's more to living than only surviving Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying Though you hear me I don't think that you relate My will is something That you can't confiscate So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated By destruction in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
The deadline looms as the unearthly music swells around me. Another mysterious tale takes shape amid the flickering lights and scrapes of stone on stone. What monsters will crawl from the recesses of my mind this time? Mama Yaga's watching, as always, from her crooked hut in the grim forest. I can feel her beady eyes peering through the gloom, waiting to see what images I will weave with pen and ink. The pressure builds, a familiar intruder, but inspiration remains elusive. The radio spirits off
The deadline looms as the unearthly music swells around me. Another mysterious tale takes shape amid the flickering lights and scrapes of stone on stone. What monsters will crawl from the recesses of my mind this time? Mama Yaga's watching, as always, from her crooked hut in the grim forest. I can feel her beady eyes peering through the gloom, waiting to see what images I will weave with pen and ink. The pressure builds, a familiar intruder, but inspiration remains elusive. The radio spirits off
Flammes de l’enfer (Flammes de l'enfer) Song by Niagara
[MAGANZINE COVER #3: Terror Tales May Issue: the evil dead under the bed] You cry out into the deepening gloom of your bedroom, voice cracking with genuine terror as the thing beneath the bed shifts and elongates, its pale, twitching limbs spilling onto the floorboards. The Night Nurse appears instantly at your side, but her usually stern face shows only concern as she notices the creature writhing in the shadows. Hydrogenesis, 1979 in Heavy Metal Magazine Vol. 2, #10 by Philippe Caza
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