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Look at that sky, life’s begun
At one end of the room there was a bull’s skull on a red blanket, with ivy wound round his horns and plates of cakes and meat and pomegranates and grapes and bowls of wine and candles and spread out...
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It produced sounds of wailing, crying
She was wearing a vermillion dress down to her knees, belted at the waist with a black sash, and over her face a black veil, which did weird, trippy things to her vision. She had started the night with...
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Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise
Alice examined herself in the mirror, and saw only Alex. Her breasts were bound, her figure hid beneath a bulky, red, white and black striped button-up shirt, and loose black jeans, and Doc Martens...
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Please trip them gently, they don’t like to fall
Dorothea, the daughter of Kleombotos, carried the bowl of water to the main family shrine and set it down before the figwood idol of Dionysos Meilichios, whom her mother had an especially fervent...
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Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
She stood in a gazebo in the park wearing a modified wedding dress over her bluejeans since there was still a chill in the air this early in the year, a crown of daisies and ribbons whipped about by...
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It’s the nature of being
The pretty blond boukola lay on the floor, breathing heavily, pupils dilated hugely, candle light reflecting on the sweat that had collected on her honeyed skin from the ritual earlier – but not the...
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Who do? You do.
Kirsty sat cross-legged, with her spine rigid as a tall oak tree, face covered in sacrificial ash, hair braided and strung with bone, and beneath her a black fleece, taken from a Lernal sacrifice she...
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Down in the underground you’ll find someone true
Sitting on the couch, in a wine-stained robe, her hair a mess, with leaves and twigs sticking to it, missing one of her shoes, and blood beneath her nails that had not washed off in the sink, she was...
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In search of new dreams
“Did somebody say clowns?” Pulcinella cried, storming on to stage while tooting a bright red bicycle horn. He was followed by a parade of mimes and midgets and hobos and stilt-walkers and a mangy,...
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For the love of the money
“… and that’s when the raccoon said ‘I’ve had enough of this shit,’ bit me on the nose and left the brothel. The End.” Pulcinella bowed humbly and waited for the roses and roaring applause his wit and...
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Louder than thunder
I paint my head and beard egg white to negate all my extraneous selves, and smear black across my eyes so that I may see only his dark mysteries, then a thin red line bisecting my face like when the...
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Daddy didn’t have no toys
And I will tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a Girl who was beautiful as her Brother was hideous. Everyone hated what he reminded them of so much that they locked him away, deep beneath the...
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Then they take back everything that you have
I was stoned and walking to the store for some late night munchies when I decided to take the long way through the park, and I saw her. Black eyes, pale skin, long and tangled hair, dark dress that was...
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I’m not quite sure what you’re supposed to say
Orpheus sat on the ground, clapping and giggling, as the trio of raccoons put on a forest folk production of Antigone. It had taken a lot of effort to get them to the point where they could remember...
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As the world falls down
The Satyr pressed himself up against the comely lass in a flower crown and white sheath dress, and oozing charm he sang, “My mouth full of honeycomb will pour nectar for you …” but he didn’t get out...
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In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
Before the dog in the sky, that faithful hound of Erigone who shows the way for all those who are lost, sometimes one can see a rare constellation that usually is not there. They say – and Eratosthenes...
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Dear when I dance with you, we move like the sea
“You know, it wasn’t very nice releasing all those raccoons into the myths. What will people say? It’s not historically accurate, for starters.” “I know,” he grinned to his wife. “But I like them.”...
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