Archive for October, 2007
The bus stopped a few times on its way to downtown. Some of the black passengers got off and walked towards a line of little low houses. The houses were made of planks and every one had a plank verandah and a swing seat and a yard full of junk, as though junk were what grew here beside the highway instead of flowers. Walter remembered that the American word for earth was dirt.
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Perspicacity | Espaliers | Laocoons | Some folk want their luck buttered | Ringstraked | Apothesis | Suddenly, after a rumbling of wheels, there were added to this steady light a fantastic series of circling irradiations upon the ceiling, and the companions turned to the window | Heptarchy | Thill horse | Assize town
My brother has surpassed himself. I introduce CrawloftheDead.com. It’s fun.
So Tom, why?
“After organising Brighton’s second zombie pub crawl in October 2006, I spent some time looking online at similar events taking place around the world. It became clear that dressing up as a zombie is something that many people, um, enjoy. So this is a central self-facilitating media hub for zombie events…”
Dogs digging holes | Sand like sugar | Empty beaches and wind whipping faces | Surfers hidden by breaking waves | Dirt tracks for miles | Barbecued robalho and dourada with fresh boiled vegetables and olive oil | Old guy shuffles in with a box of his fresh-picked veg | Reading the first book I’ve finished in three years | Finding the hard sand to run on | Home-fried fresh squid | Discovering sugar-free Lacasitos of pure cocoa | Hammering the hire car on miles of pot holes | Electrocuting flies | Waking up late | Sweeping up sand | Dozing on the beach | Running two miles at dusk to an empty, sandy cove |That modernist house on the hill | Watching my freckles merge into a giant chocolate smudge across my face | Watching my mosquito bites merge into a giant pizza on my legs | Riding across sandy tracks with the dogs alongside | Nightcaps on a sail boat and the offer of a four-day sail to Madeira | Hunting for snakes | Eating toast and peanut butter | Boiled eggs every day | Sniffing the dog | Watching slate crumble from the cliffs and perfect spitting barrels and green waves