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Grotesques dans le Cimetière: A Graveyard Girls Adventure

Once upon a time, there were three monsters.

Their names were Patty, Nin and Claire.

They woke up in the dark.

They put on their best faces.

They went to a garden.









They played "Fast Zombie."





They Played "A Modest Proposal."







They played "Pauper on My Grave"







They played "Tree Gods"





They played "Death and the Flower"





They played "The Tall Ones Come Again"





They played "That Thing in the Tree"





They played "Bad Clown"







AND MANY OTHER GAMES.



And the monsters were happy.

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Comments

That...

That coat is so cool...I can barely stand up.

I feel better knowing that such rompings are rambling down on some yonder boneyard.
By the way, you have some excellent silent film era expressions.
I was channeling my inner Lon Chaney! AND my inner Mr. Hyde. Did Lon Chaney ever play Mr. Hyde? ANYWAY! So fun!!!

MY PURPLE COAT! Isn't it cool??? This was its FIRST OUTING! I got it at an estate sale in Saugatuck last July and haven't worn it before today!
You look fantastic.

I was going to say that you look like a pretty version of Lon Chaney's character in London After Midnight, but you pretty much beat me to it.
I don't know if I've ACTUALLy seen anything with Lon Chaney in it! Only pictures! I should check out London after Midnight!
Had I met three suck terrifying yet winsome monsters in my cemetery... well, I woulda ran anyway. But I would have remarked on the winsomeness of the monsters as I ran.

And then the sound my bones made crunching. That might also be remarkable. I drank a lot of milk when I was growing, so hopefully, I have remarkable bones.
I am sure you have REMAAAARKABLE bones, dahlink! I am sure we would have commented on them at LENGTH, probably with some AWFULLY dirty jokes which I will NOT articulate here. I have taken all my teeth out, you see, and have washed the slaprash from my chest.
Toooo funny. I see your Big Bah-ha stamp on your chest! Fabooo.

I have this recurring desire whenever I go past one of the many, oldoldold cemeteries here in New England--I want to dress up in my black ensemble with the cloak that trails behind me several feet, don my black raven wings and flit about the tombstones whenever a car goes by. It would be hilarious to scar the piss out of the stiffs around here!
Yes, I done slaprashed myself! I was pretending to be a TALL ONE! A very bad clown...

YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO THE RAVENS WINGS THINGS!!! AND ALSO BRING SOMEONE ALONG TO TAKE PICTURES OF YOUD DOING IT! AND A VIDEO CAMERA TO RECORD THE FACES OF THE PASSERSBY!
Purple coat!
YUPPERS! What a find!
So freakin' hot you all are. (Well, Patty was probably sort of cold, but STILL.)

That coat! I have a floor-length black velvet one that is beaten up to shit from my ass living in it for six or seven years. Yours is in better repair and also more colorful. *nodnod*
Patty is not easily cold. She's like this forge. Probably the hellfire that burns within. Autumn is her element.

You and I should put on our velvet coats and go take pictures in a cemetery one of these days. :)
I hate adding a comment to the perfect number of comments (13), but life is like that.

Totally love the hat. And the plays. You guys are having Too Much Fun! (which is a good thing, because nothing succeeds like excess, if you ask me)
There! Now it's FIFTEEN! Which is a reasonably ODD number, anyway! The hat is Nin's -- she's our resident HAT LADY! She has every hat that ever was. Hats within hats. That hat I was wearing? HAD A STUFFED RABBIT INSIDE IT! Yes. I am not EVEN joking.

I just made up the plays for the blog entry, but the whole thing was one big playground game. We did have TOO MUCH FUN! In rain and sunlight and a high wind. My feet got soaked. We were paranoid about all the cars in the cemetery, thinking that any minute they would kick us out.

We were very happy.

And I will see you in less than a week!