Hic Sepultus -"Here is buried..." - Truth, Meaning, and a Very Dead Sense of Humor

The Beetle

"Damp brown dirt ripples gently

Swelling into rounded curve s

Malleable contours and flowing lines

A languidly reclining, breathing creature

Gossamer webs shimmer gently

Blinking in the nascent light of dawn

Mossy green adorns the warming russet

Crowing the head of earth

Soft as the clouds floating above

Fine as white dandelions

Festooning the swaying meadow

Glossy sepia heads brush inquiringly

Overhanging blades of green

Lo! The ground yawns, cavity gaping open

Hollow eyes collapse

Into misshapen nostrils

The glazed back of a beetle

Surges to the surface"

Posted by ceterumcenseo at 10:14 AM | Permalink | Comments

You get to see our um beautiful? faces again! YAY! =)

Please, don't give me nightmares! :)

Someone randomly put a random review for my fictionpress.net story, so I decided to randomly post it.

Wow, I'm random.

Posted by ceterumcenseo at 11:24 AM | Permalink | Comments

The following review has been submitted to: Mental Constipation and Brain Vomit Chapter: 1

From: No Trust(zakkyurrda@aol.com)

To the esteemed gentleman, Aesthetic Kismet,

Your apparent disregard for my honor has been a great disturbance in my life, so much so that my only course of action is to seek satisfaction
on a field of honor, one of your choice. I'll of course accept an apology, and a public extraction of your comments, with an explanation for your
earlier remarks. Don't think you'll weasel out of this any other way. For a poltroon such as you, I only offer two roads; the hard way, or the
easy way.

I am waiting for your reply. Be quick.

Sincerely,

Lady No Trust

My answer:

Hello,

I reply with as much promptness as my astonishment allows.

Indeed, I must admit I have not the slightest conception of any offense I can have done you, and the apparent randomness of your message indicates to me a general statement issued to nobody in particular.

Please enlighten me on the subject.

However surprised, I am greatly amused, not least because of a confusion concerning my gender.

You have had the choice of two roads, and there, you have taken the wrong one.

Thank you for reviewing.

Posted by ceterumcenseo at 4:50 PM | Permalink | Comments

People keep coming into my room.

My father's brain is made up of slugs and his hair (gray) falls down as salt and kills them.

I am at a wedding, sometimes as the bride, other times as someone in the crowd. When I am the bride, someone murders me.

I create little people out of clay. While happily surveying my work, they start killing each other and blood and guts splatter everywhere.

I really wish I didn't remember these.

Posted by ceterumcenseo at 9:26 AM | Permalink | Comments