artist profile (by the artist): I am Relda, the Myst...haunting the shadows and unholy places of the mind that whisper to you in the dark of night. I enjoy blood, sacrifices, and the presence of those more insane than myself. My hobbies include axe murdering, sewing, reading, writing, and scaring normal people. I enjoy music and art. I unfortunately have no talent...but I try really hard to fake it. Please send all donations to my charity Fuck the World care of Zaphod Prefect 34*& Fourth nebula right of Saturn 8908873837758634857. With your donation you will receive a lovely pen and pencil set and of course eternal damnation.
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Thirteen black cats dance on a
Grave.
A child is born-
After eleven years wait.
Two people feel joy,
One only agonizing pain,
As the tubes are
Removed and she is
Allowed to die.
Thirteen black cats dance on a
Grave.
Six white phantoms watch
Impatiently
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Artist's Note: This one has a story behind it. When my mother was in the hospital trying desperatly to expell me from her body, there was another patient in a room down the hall. At the exact minute I was born this woman was removed from life support after months of suffering. The phantoms are the doctors that seemed to float down the hallway waiting for death to appear. Incidently...I was on born on Friday, October 13, 1978 at 11:55 pm.
Champagne Cocktails
Champagne flowed down the walls and mingled with the sweat and blood flowing freely from the hundreds in attendance on this sacred night. These privileged beings were the same throughout the centuries with the exception of an occasional “new member” brought in every now and then. The ceremony was the same year after year. Hundreds of people gathered in a large room built entirely of stone, especially for this purpose. Thousands of cases of champagne were shipped in from the finest companies in France. The Champaign was not a crucial element, but it did help loosen people up a bit. Twenty servants were hired from reputable agencies. They were paid very well for their services, and their silence.
On the first full moon of every October they meet. People arrive in every state of dress and undress imaginable, though it does not really matter, for every article of clothing would be removed at some point during the night. The champagne is poured into a large fountain in the center of the room. It falls in bubbly waves all night. Many of the participants splash in the effervescent liquid for most of the evening, spraying those who choose to dance or chat with old friends not seen since the last ritual.
When the bell is rung signaling midnight, things become a little more serious. The “new member” is brought out upon the balcony running the entire length of the east wall. He or she is given the customary speech that has changed little over the centuries. The expectant man, or more often, woman, is told of the riches and happiness that awaits her when she joins this illustrious organization. Then, with a voice full of confidence, the Master tells her that in order to enjoy these things and truly belong to The Group she must drink a tiny bit of this wonderful champagne. Of course, every initiate gladly drinks the entire glass offered to her. As I said, it is some of the finest champagne in the world. Little does the innocent know that a “special” ingredient has been added to their glass. This ingredient, created by the top scientists in The Group, causes the young persons body to immediately explode. The blood and viscera that sprays the awaiting mass of people is eagerly licked from any available surface including the walls, floor, or the body of the person next to you. Not a drop is wasted. The blood that has been removed from the obedient servants prior to the night’s festivities is mixed with the champagne in the fountain. The revelers then take part in a wild orgy of sex, drugs, and blood.
The next morning the entire group bathes in the nearby stream and dresses to return to their “normal” lives as doctors, lawyers, teachers, and various other respectable professions. They all know they will meet again next year and for centuries after to repeat this life-giving ritual.
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