Category Archives: ZOMBIES

behind bars like lions in a menagerie, shorn of the fear factor through incarceration and captivity

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“A frightening menagerie, my emotions are
Too many and varied to number
Like creatures they crawl and they fly above
Tearing my body asunder.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Ballad: A Gathering of Faerie
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Death As a dark Shadow Beckons his prey Into the unknown By a soft whisper In the soul

CINDY CHENEY, “Death”

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“Drunkenness – that fierce rage for the slow, sure poison, that oversteps every other consideration; that casts aside wife, children, friends, happiness, and station; and hurries its victims madly on to degradation and death.”

― Charles Dickens, Sketches by Boz

The sphinx is the riddle, not the riddler. Do you knows what that means? No. Is it a riddle?”

― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

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“First think of the person who lives in disguise,
Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.
Next, tell me what’s always the last thing to mend,
The middle of middle and the end of end?
And finally give me the sound often heard
During the search for a hard-to-find word.
Now string them together, and answer me this,
Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?”

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“We’re not freaks, Tally. We’re normal. We may not be gorgeous, but at least we’re not hyped-up Barbie dolls.” Scott Westerfeld, Uglies

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“He is the intermediary between us, his audience, the living, and they, the dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all and yet who mimic the living in every detail since, though they cannot speak or weep, still they project those signals of signification we instantly recognize as language.”

Angela Carter, Wayward Girls and Wicked Women

Health is better than wealth.

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The Old Black Billy and Me

by Louis Esson

The sheep are yarded, an’ I sit

Beside the fire an’ poke at it.

Far from talk an’ booze o’ men

Glad, I’m glad I’m back agen

On the station, wi’ me traps

An’ fencin’ wire, an’ tanks an’ taps,

Back to salt-bush plains, an’ flocks,

An’ old bark hut be the apple-box.

I turn the slipjack, make the tea,

All’s as still as still can be –

An’ the old black billy winks at me.

Old Australian Food Recipes

 

foto – jacaranda day 2009 in grafton nsw.