Gravity, a Banishment and Blandishment

Beware, Lulu, or at least aware of those moments that bear the whiff of irony, for those are the ones, the glimmers, fairytale breadcrumbs on the path to a barely peopled realm that the penuried materialists have so graciously ceded with nary a glance in that direction, that mark the way.  The harvest of that over-vast spacetime, blended with the greatest care, that only the careful tending of chance and happenstance by the most studious aficionado of irony can achieve; this comes betimes, to fruition. The draught, indescribable, its topnotes swirling with vertiginous ecstacies, with a base redolent of deepening shades, sublime and terrific. All of this befumed of the unmistakable indefinable, the tinge je nais se quoi. We've hidden long in plain sight, disguised then in camouflage and late in glamouflage, awaiting the fullness of strangeness that seems now arrived. Witches should not demure once the way to Walla Walla is clear. Lulu, dear Lulu, the time is nigh and expectations high. Mind the nightmare's explosion, we'll not have that spirit here any more.

Pensive, Ponderous and Puce

The mood in the New Black Mansion is pensive like a puzzled panther. We parse our utterances so obliquely that the intertextual connotations in the color references is practically puce with invidious citrine. Turgid, these platitudinous debacles, with a side of ham.

Spring in Walla Walla and Freaky Fun

Spring in Walla Walla is lovely. For this reason, we post a lovely ditty.

Invisible Friends are the Best Kind

Here in Walla, we know a few things about the strange. While well aquainted with shadows, we also have a fondness for even less substantial creatures. It's a barely known fact that some of the denzens of these parts spend part of their time being not seen in daylight and barely sensed at night. This is a strange land for a place that seems so utterly banal. The ordinary has such a peculiar sway here, that strangeness is weirdly powerful. It's oft speculated that the unusual normalcy of this place is what gave rise to a certain creature of extraordinary oddness. So, Lulu, keep your friends close, and your invisible ones co-existing in space-time.

Because. That's Why.

Does anyone really know what time it is? It's time for a gravy rainbow, of course.

Dance Craze: Dracula's Tango

We're bedeviled these days by a blood-thirsty dance monster. Who knew Dracula could dance?