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bleak ice pinnacles
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– photo by Mitch Waxman
Happy Christmas, don’t eat too much and end up like the guy in the shot above.
day’s gropings
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– photo by Mitch Waxman
In the bizarre world which your humble narrator inhabits, a Christmas Eve post is as good a time as any to expand on a little enigma which has been bugging me. As you all well know by now, the long walks around the pentacle often offer bizarre or odd details which torment and tantalize ones imagination. On a recent perambulation, I noticed yet another one of the single shoes.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My curse is to notice things like this. For much of 2012, I have been observing shoes- always singular, never in pairs- discarded along my route. Once or twice, I’ve seen multiple examples of castoff footwear, but even then- orphaned individuals rather than matched sets.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The shots above were gathered at 43rd street, off Northern Blvd. in Queens. Satisfied that I had documented this oddity, I continued on my path to a destination down in Long Island City. In accordance with habit, I found a moment to photograph and add to my library a few shots of the Megalith. Walking along Skillman Avenue, I was scanning the ground for more shoes.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It was around 36th street and Skillman that it occurred to me, suddenly, that I should look up. What did I spy, with my little eye?
Have a merry one lords and ladies.
opiate gardens
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– photo by Mitch Waxman
Imagine the surprise exhibited by Our Lady of the Pentacle and your humble narrator, when we raised the periscope from the bunker this morning, and found that the world above was intact and that the veracity and reliability of the Mayan Calendar had been overstated. Oh well, maybe next time.
Accordingly, back to the business at hand, and familiar places.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Witness, if you wouldst, this fascinating scene observed in noble Greenpoint’s northwestern quarter, specifically the warren of mostly industrial streets which span the area between Provost Street and Mcguinness Blvd. The van pictured in the shot appears to have suffered a bit of damage, perhaps running afoul of the Hulk.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This van’s repair job displays a purity of the Brooklyn, and particularly Greenpoint, mentality which would be difficult to explain to outsiders. Such displays of reckless engineering, utilitarian ingenuity, and disregard for the safety of passengers- are one of the reasons that your humble narrator is thankful for the distinct lack of apocalyptic conditions discovered this morning.
ex oblivione
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– photo by Mitch Waxman
Somehow, I’ve always known that I was destined to write the eulogy for the human race. Like yesterday’s posting, this one was written a couple of days in advance of the Mayan Apocalypse as Our Lady of the Pentacle and myself have sealed ourselves away in a sub astorian survival bunker with our little dog. Can’t imagine who might be reading this, or how, but epitaphs are required, I suppose.
Mayan Apocalypse Countdown: just 0 days left until the 13th b’ak’tun ends, initiating the Mayan Apocalypse. Today is December 21st, here comes the end of all there ever was and will be. Sayonara.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The devastation must be unendurable up there, with glowing clouds of radioactive dust illuminating the sooty black fumes billowing from an incinerated city. Has the cannibal instinct kicked in yet for the survivors, or do they yet cling to some myth of civilization?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The terrifying part, for the scientifically minded, must be the presence of the beasts of revelation. Those impossibly huge brass shelled locusts, the abominations of the sea, the fleets of alien warships plying the skies. Nibiru must be occluding the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself, rendering a permanent twilight with sooty gray clouds underlit by the crimson and orange of vain glory and hubris.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Down in the bunker, Our Lady and I plan on making hot cocoa today. Ruminations about our former lives are undoubtedly going to be a topic of conversation. The still suits we ordered from Amazon will provide us with an endless cycle of reclaimed urine, and the tons of MRE’s we have stockpiled should keep we apes and the canine happily fed.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The purpose of this posting, which Im sure will never be read by purely human eyes, is to eulogize the planet and all life upon it in general- not to gloat over my own safety and preparedness. In my former life on the surface, I once had the pleasure of meeting Douglas Adams- author of the Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy, who was a fine and clever chap. The ending of human civilization merits a quotation from the great satirist, I believe, so here goes: “So long, and thanks for all the fish”.
I will keep posting as long as the power holds out, good luck to all of you on the surface, and I- for one- welcome our new alien overlords.
Welcome to the 14th b’ak’tun.
death pleasing
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– photo by Mitch Waxman
This post was written a couple of days ago, and scheduled (via the WordPress dashboard) for automated dissemination. Our Lady of the Pentacle, our little dog, and myself are already sealed up tight in the sub astorian bunker described in yesterday’s posting. We will miss the world above, Astoria was always a particularly lovely place.
Mayan Apocalypse Countdown: just 1 days left until the 13th b’ak’tun ends, initiating the Mayan Apocalypse on December 21st. Tick, tock.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
On the whole, our regrets are few. It is a shame that the lovely tableaus offered by the megalopolis will soon be replaced by those of a radioactive wasteland, scarred and altered by the arrival of the rogue planet Nibiru. Surely, the world will be reborn, as this fits in neatly with the Mayan conception of reality- the 14th b’ak’tun begins on the 23rd.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
According to the vast hive minds of the Internet, of course, the Mayan cosmology will be just one of the many myth cycle eschatological pay offs which those of you “up top” will experience. Expect to see Loki onboard Hel’s ship on the East River, Dark Angels in the sky, and something akin to a mixing of Monguls and Werewolves riding lizard horses down Broadway. Out in the harbor… let’s just say that something which has been waiting in its tomb- dreaming, but not dead- will awake.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Look to the northern sky, for Nibiru. It should begin to brighten things up around ten or eleven. Remember to stock up on iodine and duct tape, lords and ladies. The living will envy the dead, and all that…
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