Claymation Gothic Dream

Date: 12/9/2022

There was a gathering of people. Old biddies mostly ground around the neighborhood. And older gentlemen, salt and pepper and aristocratic artifice. And a woman came to the door. She was rail thin, like she could fit through the rim of. a large jar of peanut butter. But her lower half was a round dome, right at the feet. She wasn't normal, I think the round dome part was a beetle. She was looking for someone, a young man, a son perhaps? Someone's son. They had her to tea and they were horrified by her. By what she was and how she thought and what she said. She - conversely - was the picture of congeneality. She was the perfect tea guest. It was winter outside. Finally she bit hem farewell, unable to wait more for the young man to arrive. But she did ask them all to tea at her home next week, in the abyssal hells. They - who had been so eager to gossip and disparage and wanted her to leave - were suddnely agaog at the idea of it. Later we all got ready - I was among their number - and we had to completely cover ourselves in paint from head to toe. They did their makeup, I privately thought it was too much. I added streaks of white glitter for stars on the black night sky I painted on my cheeks. A gentleman who was accomplished at this took credit for teaching me to do it, told me he always uses a credit card for the straight line. It didn't much matter. I added glitter and loved the effect. Making my skink sparkle like a vampire. ~ Walking my dog in the city proved challenging. A boy was with us and made it unsafe, he kept running off. His father was critical of him, dispairing even. ~ If you kiss a mermaid, you die." He said, fearfully. Surrounded by three mermaids in a cave. "Everyone knows that." "No, struggling soul." they said. "If you keep kissing a mermaid you get a beautiful thin gold tail."