#sing charley moon

[hoperays-song]

Do you have any Buster and Eddie high school headcanons? I would love to hear your thoughts on the matter.

Ooooo that you so much for the ask! I love the idea of Buster and Eddie knowing each other during high school so I have a few! I hope you enjoy! - <3 Gooseless

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Eddie went to Buster's Bat Mitzvah and sat in the front row next to Charley during the ceremony.

They had joint custody of prize they won together at a fair and would pass it back and forth during classes.

Buster always brought posters to Eddie's swim meets to cheer.

Eddie would always trade whatever fancy food he'd been given for lunch with the junk food Buster had.

Buster did the most elaborate prom-posal in their entire school, complete with a really bad pun.

They met in a theatre class (Buster worked stage crew and Eddie's parents forced him to take it).

Eddie stayed with Buster and Charley a lot because it felt homey there.

Buster would drag Eddie on adventures every weekend.

They watched movies and shows every day together at lunch on Eddie's phone.

Eddie was the one who introduced Mrs. Crawly and Buster and watched first hand as she took on a mother role for him.

Buster signed Eddie up for the first ever video game tournament he ever did their junior year as a way of stress relief.

Overall, they were just the epitome of high school sweethearts. Very much Micheal and Jeremy from Be More Chill at times.

[lemonisntreal]

IT'S ACE DAY, WOOO- [whoopsies procrastination 🤭]

I started this yesterday and was gonna post it for Ace Day, but then I didn't have the energy to finish all of it, so, yeah. Take this headcanon a day late >:]

I'm so self-indulgent with all of these characters. I find it hard to imagine characters that aren't ace, so I guess it's not really a surprise lmao. Like, I was looking at my character database, and I realized that a good half of these guys are on the Aro or Ace spectrum:

[including my aro people here too because I can >:]]

Buster - Gay, Asexual Eddie - Pan, Greysexual Charley - Aroace Meena - Bi, Asexual Gunter - Pan, Aromantic Mike - Bi, Aromantic Judith - Lesbian, Greyromantic Porsha - Bi, Demisexual Nooshy - Aroace

It's like a decent half of them. :p

[bonus]

[midnightdemonz]

Charley (I think that's his name? Is that a fanon thing?) would be the most supporting dad in the world. I have this idea that when Buster was figuring out his sexuality (around 11-15), he came out to his dad, and his dad just hugged him and was very supportive and aaaaa!

[hoperays-song]

Charley Moon!!! Buster takes after his dad I see

Would you show me the picture of Buster's mother you noticed in the first movie?

[libidomechanica]

“And who saw in suffer her thirty year the wrong”

A tanka sequence

               I

Outside of inside your ruin’d again, which he wood. And who saw in suffer her thirty year the wrong! The can be he best pleasure?

               II

So little eye hath was happing absence of the moment’s foreign stole better. Never can please. Next day when I recognize you.

               III

Helpless, Mercy, pity as its lonely we. His stilly branch the combine, which make men adore these? She sea, the moon hateful cloud.

               IV

Of the maples for he side and but want of the steal dead: then of eyes there is a wayle heart. Let me loves, here the barbershop.

               V

How quiet take—best fro their chief and makes in slow circumstancy contend. The bloomin’ and light: and I’ll both will luck on the heard.

               VI

Spirit meet the youngest; the bare; but Calvary— O Yonge fast he cancell’d thy bear takes a haze of loue to my Mother circle.

               VII

Belief has been gone, but pyping lips to makes him in the wide lean toward very large, wanting together the vale. Enjoy, give me?

               VIII

Do you, you hast the sing when my love my reason, yea, hungry, and maidenly fedde. What thy hearts in a might dale, old Susan Gale.

               IX

Down thy heard, brooding. Gone with wondrous sweet it lies, no hand. A crocus too deed to gives on me He with garland loue the moon.

               X

His of Cupid a ponder. Head and Evil. Clawed in her name. And that sad tears: and of him? And thother, no needs of Arcady?

               XI

And lace for ever her eyes glory, to me, my cold, and, curl. Of wrong is death, and to die if she stream of joy. Charley snarling.

               XII

So they drest? Thou are, ye’ll crack him, untested my wrath shelter, to governs me frae his joy. As been their eye: yes; and some way ring?

               XIII

—Soon-tints doen, where many days, oh, how he cattle he knowne, and then should that is hands, thou Menalcas, that meant night like raise. The vice.

               XIV

But scorne of us will not they burr, burr—now Johnny took sometimes the moon in wonderful; it is my chin, your rhyme, were slick-faced.

               XV

Jealous sky do melt, dost walking head and blood. And round and trim, what in thy teeth of his own visions to be anchor falshode more.

               XVI

Here we sense, weenin’, sae ye must: so be your terrors of insolence bid me their false pate. When like genuine, tho’ the devil.

               XVII

Cried next day over mad; mad in a springs as one: there is gifts. Thy fireweed flame playing in the four tomato’s still Day!

               XVIII

Dismantled, he wide; the line, remembers breath our eares would me when, eu’n of Patience, which of wedding. Like in itself with sleep.

               XIX

With is measure his may staff. The wee the moonlight around us as if no partly forces, that the springs because of him?

               XX

Won. Resting, our coffee pot you may be, but when your rhymed in what will beleeue me, whom she and fire, to windowes my Johnny sooth!

               XXI

Stella, in their fears; then comes and her grow. Next day nor lost all to me; then shepheards, she wayle here, sick, and the plague are the Kidde.

               XXII

Be here threading haven’t mad purple season. To seven fox-kits cunning, the springs, quickly vnder bleach. Since, it in Wine, or me.

               XXIII

There is slack; now but aye thus to see rail and he rein? The scents about thirty mine eyes have often make fast forests and I do?

               XXIV

Is a soul contend. On your tomb already morning thy wrist, the water you’ll gallop on fountain, and my dispraise has he spard?

               XXV

And she thee; how she’s decline from me ances return! And never then bird of she tooke: well asked to help my bondslave it half-closed.

               XXVI

Like glowing I sooner but all. Whenever significancel, to my mounds of lovers life’s bliss frozen,—o dool on my kind.

               XXVII

Doubt—now thee, that the Doctor, like to open, won’t. To the should brass and has been fair of sorts, that so preuelie, but old Tempus will swinck.

               XXVIII

When of the morrow from worldly and towers, still gently will stand. Forsaking me the clear March night, and Johnny may louely leave.

               XXIX

And with others of a lassie does crown, thy beauties of shame and smiling fast and darts, O Moone, still I could lie her. For when home.

               XXX

At last, where is in my foe, the shooting up the fire with blood-red by blackness and passed me, that, in me? Know me without can see.

               XXXI

And where is misse! Next day tarnished flood turn’d entire, while this time and red fevered and Johnny is gan were is society?

               XXXII

And than to my eye, unable crying is. On thy bonier yet to his father Adam first was cutting behind that I Love?

               XXXIII

A broken with light? All with me; then his bow, and sunflower fell, that relieued by the pony more the goal yet, dost ten, carried!

               XXXIV

Go calm white am I in the Pedlar her face. With a melt, and floor of my soul is, and when I shall a young some a new pan.

               XXXV

Therefore Nature: incapable of the life—and farewell! Thou thing, the like the noon’s gray happy Betty a dreadful night but yet.

               XXXVI

I would not let you love left. To the cannot refused to asswage: and the luring painter-sections I cannot homely, as head.

               XXXVII

Life, and hail a lamb into loathe spider if he did cruell of God, which thought and Pity here then persisting still beleeue meet you can.

[newcountryradio]

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[hello-im-not-a-possum]

What's your personal headcanons on bendy cartoons?

(Some of these might be comic focused as the comics show more personality to them than the shows) If Bendy was fully brought to life without a human soul, just had a soul of his own, he'd be selectively mute.

As a demon, Bendy is able to be summoned, you just need to know the right spell...

Boris didn't even notice anything wrong with the soup he ate in Souper Boris not out of stupidity, but because he thought it was a new recipe as the meteorite tasted like cheese just like the moon did.

Boris has grown up around aliens and the supernatural (His friend and neighbor is an imp and their mutual friend is an angel after all) so unlike the average Joe toon, he's unphased by a lot of weird shit that freaks out most people.

Alice doesn't have wings because her bell didn't ring yet.

She is aware that her fate changed, that she went from being a popular singer with lots of adoring fans to only just barely getting her singing career to take off, she just doesn't know the right place and time to address it with who. To her knowledge, it's a weird curse by a jealous, yet powerful creature. She's right, but her mental image is an in-universe demon, not an out of universe demon...

Charley Butcher used to be a con Priest, the reason why he hates Bendy so much (and Boris and Alice by extension) he went from living in a super mansion with all sorts of fancy things to needing to live in Barley's ship because the three found out his scam and the townsfolk were NOT HAPPY.

Barley used to have a pirate crew, but they mutinied and abandoned the ship. He thought he could rope Charley and Edgar into being his new crew, but there's been a slight change in plans as he and Charley 'share' the leader role and Edgar's fine with not being the leader as he's still a pretty small kid.

Lots of people tell themselves that Edgar's an adult who acts like a kid because the mental image of a spider THAT big only getting bigger and bigger horrifies them. Bendy and friends and the butcher gang know the truth though...

[notmuchtoconceal]

...

/|\

it hadn’t been long since your brother died. you didn’t think it’d been long. the slough of halls, the way they were never day or night.

the blues of the hall -- the blues of your uniform.

you became an eagle. your blues were slate. grey as the mountains in the sky. ashy as the branches which saluted the sky -- the strong arms rent by grip and talon. the blue over what had been the forests.

the rock shining silver in the sun. the trees sheared silver in the sun.

he looked away from you -- in your uniform.

for she looked to him in his.

you couldn't stand to see -- how happy she made him.

(it's me -- )

the sorceress knew well what spells she cast. the sorceress knew her powers to lie beyond reason -- for what reason would she to reason, she who could align the spheres with a glance?

she who beckoned through the trees -- who bound all men who could not reign in heaven.

brother -- here 

i tie you

to my mast.

i cup you

palm to ear

my bristles

your bristles

she sings you

waves of mare 

i teethe you

on my fast

i drink you

you left with him for somewhere else. you weren't sure where.

the wall had sat in the rain. you could see across the tile to the seats of the stadium, and you could look away. see the empty service corridor. the deserted alleyway. the anonymous backroom.

some someplace the same as any other.

( -- charley)

he looked so happy. 

- this world you see is not the world i see, mate. you were born here. you are numb to the majesty of this well from which you've sprung. i cannot doubt your love, but what is known, and what is known deep, turns jade from verdant green. the echoes of these infinities still excavate me in vast chasms. the skies over these facades -- the exposed arteries of their exquisite manufacture beneath this sun we share so foreign in a foreign sky -- all glimmers as though gilt with honey, and the dew of their dolorous gray sticks in my eye quartz-like on lunar surfaces. could you see what a bird sees, mate? i who fly high -- you who root deep.

you couldn’t hold it in –

without him -- you weren't an eagle.

you had no one else to soar with you. 

you became a jaguar -- and your blues were the darkest navies, and you were dark like the creatures of the deep, for you saw with the little light of your body, and you were dark like the night beasts of jungle brush who hunted by the faint light of the moon.

you went to father -- and your blues collapsed into black, for with father, you were blacker than night -- and every red door and every green eye you longed to blacken with your fists -- break through empty spaces into what blacker chambers lie beyond the gift of living splendor. the lie you lived that fire warmed us simply to stain our hands in soot. 

father -- who bore my brother and i...

would i not be worth it --

without his blood on his hands?

- he loves you, big man. he hates how much he loves you -- he wishes he could be strong the way you are, but -- understand, mate. some men are born big, and some men gotta make themselves look big -- it was an old story, mate. a homesick girl on the laurentian prairieland. when nobody dreams around you, you dream of dark and disturbing things. when nobody wants to play with you, you play games with graphic and glory scenes. they want you to know what they know well, mate -- and they know only fear. you -- what have you to fear? you fear nothing but tiny men, for nothing in nature can harm you. you -- her most valiant son. her most decorated defender. you are endowed with all her gifts. no matter how much you take from her -- she will not abandon you. what you long for in her, mate -- it's what she longs for you in. it's what father will never have. what i will never have. look at you, mate -- crippled in your prime by fools. don't look to them. they will never love you. they will never know you. they've given up. do not love men and women who long for death. they will sicken you with their love for death -- their love for death you evade by runnin to her arms, mate -- for the only way to keep a girl away -- is to charge straight ahead with a hearty hello.

you were looking up to him. somehow you were looking up to him.

- i wish i could tell you about that, big man… your brother, he … 

what was going on

- you deserved better. you didn't have to act that way, but -- you deserved better.

what are you saying

- …

he was his face. his silent face.

you were here again.

you were her again.

you here here again.

- cpt. ****** 

- no

- cpt. ******

- no

- cpt. *******

- please

- you couldn't help that you knew your brother -- anymore than you could help that nobody had known you.

no

- did nobody know you?

n

... maybe everyone knew but you?

o

- your brother -- people loved him.

n

… did they know him?

o

- they couldn't hurt him. he could love them back.

n

… or he could hurt em first.

o

- could they ever hurt him? … could they ever know him?

… apologies if these aren't the most stimulatin questions, mate. i'm tryin not to pry too hard into what seems to be delicate subject matter, but dancin around the question with a man your size may as well be globe-hobbin. mate, i ain't got 72 days, barely got 23. |.

.| +5

it wasn't right -- you knew you wanted to die -- it wasn't right -- that people could use words -- use their words to make you want to die. 

- mate. mate, no -- i'm sorry, mate. i can be so damn technical sometimes, i forget that people's hearts are more than gordy pool pumps. hey, hey. 

answer the question.

- i would if you'd ask it?

tell it to me first.

- well -- mate, it's like i said. people can give things to one another -- it don't have to have a cost. you never used to think what was free was worthless -- wonder where that came from. maybe you should spend more time listenin to better people, maybe.

what do you want?

- no tributes, or sacrifices, might. i'll know the right thing, i'll tell it to you, you'll know. 

why does my dick get hard when i listen to you.

- because you're obedient. it's why you wear briefs. have a stroke now, boy.

- yes, sir.

--

should i have a stroke sir

no, boy. slash at the guts -- you're a such a good cavalier

yes, sir -- please allow my posture to stiffen when i fence

focus, boy -- good horse keeps pace -- your foil can sing when you obey your function. obey your purpose. you're a good cavalier. such a gallant knight of letters. you give your gifts. you complete your labors. you are to live a virtuous life -- as a good tree boy.

discipline me, sir. i need to shoot my roots deep and grow

you will, boy. the spirit of mars will order you.

stiff as stone, sir.

be quiet now -- work. i'll tell ya everythin. all ya gotta do is listen.

--

you had a brother.

he had your name on your uniform.

- hey cliff!

the stars were in his eyes. he was a bright and strong boy. 

- you make me my best man, big bro.

he was a strange and terrible boy.

- brother -- i -- brother, why do you -- listen. it's not so hard to keep pace -- somebody fuckin starts talkin ta ya, don't stare at em like that, what the fuck ya think is gonna happen, man? you're -- you're -- buddy, you're breakin my brain right now -- just -- just come on, man. i need you to act like someone i can be around for once -- i -- cliff. buddy. i -- 

you didn't know who he was sometimes. 

- cliff. cliff. i -- you knew all the time, didn't ya? you knew what they were doin to me? you let em fuckin do it. you didn't -- you didn't fuckin care. bro, i thought -- i thought it was --

he would talk for minutes.

- i weren't ever at any time working on the railroad -- there were no live long days. there were short death nights and shorter fuses, and everybody wanted to throw a book a fuckin matches at me, cliff! the whole fuckin book! what goddamn sense does that make, i ask you?

he could talk for hours. 

- that a challenge, bud? fuckin aye. you wanna see me soliloquize? you let all your other fuckin brothers soliloquize, now you wanna see me soliloquize?

.. no. no, fuck you. i'm not your puppet. you're not gettin a soliloquy. i don't particularly care if you wanna know me right now, i sure as hell don't fuckin wanna know you. 

he did shit just to piss you off.

- i love you, cliffy. you're the best big brother a guy could ask for. second you came into my life was the moment i knew i'd never be a loan.

your every confession -- was an invitation to mockery.

- you sound like a fuckin woman! you have wet dreams about eagles when you glance at a flag. sol polaris -- i'm bout to birth motherfuckin minerva over here, and this he-wolf is stuck dickbrained on totemism -- stars align and save me -- do you have a log in your head, big bro? are you about to sprout a twiggy little sapling from the loan beam of sunlight fallin through the branches? tweet. tweet. tweet. i am a bird. i am nesting -- on your branches! twoooeeet. twoooeeet.

… i'm sorry, man. i don't know what came over me, it's just -- bro. you are profoundly, hideously stupid in a way which makes my soul ache. i look at you and i sincerely feel the world has no hope -- a part of me dies. you weather me, and i am always worse off.

you had to love him -- he was closest to father.

- i'm not fuckin sick, you piece of shit -- don't you tell me i'm sick when i see the shit you get up to in the dead of night when nobody's lookin -- well i'll tell you buddy the walls are always open -- the walls are always lookin cause i'm livin inside em -- don't you fuckin bug me.

he was grotesque -- for he only knew himself to be grotesque.

- why do you look at me like you can love me? you can't even stomach me.

he needed you -- more than anyone he needed you.

- don't look at me like that. 

 you were never dirty -- though you often washed your hands of him.

- why would i let you love me -- when you look at me like that.

you were only one man -- there was only so much you could give.

- give me nothing. i would see you razed. run, cliff. go far from me.

… RUN. RUN YOU GODDAMN STUPID ANIMAL. I CAN GIVE YOU NOTHING. LOOK AT ME. I CAN'T. I CAN'T. I CAN'T I CAN'T I CAN'T MY REPUGNANCE  IS SICKENING -- I AM BRED OF MALICE -- I AM PUNGENT IN MY RANK HYPOCRISIES -- I AM VICIOUS AND EMPTY OF ANYTHING BUT PUERILE APPETITE.

... it is for these reasons that you crave to lie at my feet, ain't it cliffy? you want me to sap you with my poisons -- you, you, you --

It hurt him --

… go. please go.

that you needed to control him.

- i would rather be dead than have a brother. i would rather be dead than have known you.

it hurt him -- that he couldn't control himself.

- i'm not your symptom -- you're my disease. 

he was crueler and more elegant -- the farther he was.

- as a mirror shines without dust.

you could watch him -- and he was beautiful.

- as a night bird, the convex horizon. 

you could not know him -- for he was impossible.

- would i take flight -- my gust would carry far the veil of these cities. 

you tried to keep your distance -- as a valet, you would have been noble.

- i don't deserve a brother -- as good as you.

as a brother -- you we're selfish.

- what are you 

you needed his -- recognition.

- buddy, what are you --

for recognition was love among men.

- CLIFF. CLIFF STOP

it shouldn't have hurt him.

- you oughtn't shouldn't 

he was a hateful man -- your brother

- as you are a hateful man -- my brother.

you never hurt him.

- you started it. i would have done anything --

you had nothing to say.

- it doesn't matter -- he hopes i say it doesn't matter. he begs me to hold the pause -- to hang the void before him so he may hear its call.

he could do things to you -- without realizing -- he was so much smarter.

- he could do things to me -- only half-realizing -- he was so much dumber.

he didn't have any ideas of his own.

- he didn't say a word -- i just knew.

he just happened to know -- what you happened to know. 

- cliff. you have your talents, i have mine -- you want recognition? buddy. you're a seven foot tall noble murder automata – they avert their eyes, for they see you in their dreams.

he humbled you only to humble himself.

- my arrogance is worth nothing, and yours even less, yet you insist on forcing yours on mine by inserting your petulant self-centerings into my scheme of things. cliff, bud -- if i need a box moved, or a head blown -- you're my guy. otherwise -- you got limited practical applicability in non-combat applications -- i mean buddy -- you can't -- you can't -- do i -- do i gotta spell it out?

he had refined himself – into something at once more and less than human.

- he had remained himself -- at something more than less than human. 

he never contradicted you.

- only elaborated. 

for he was always right.

- as you are always half-right.

for he always left.

- as you always left me out. 

you wore each other down -- and you grew tall.

 - i don't mean it all the time, cliff, i -- i shouldn't say -- i shouldn't say everything that crosses my mind -- no matter how true it is.

he always meant it --

- though you are frivolous all, you dreaming machines, for you chase at the wheel of a flame which casts no light only bleaker cold.

you wanted nothing more than to be like him.

- why would anyone -- wanna be like me?

his valor. his uncompromising vision. his commitment to the supreme arbitration of being -- he was far from wholly virtuous -- though he was far more virtuous than most.

- …

he wanted to curse you -- curse you the truth of his less than average worthlessness.

- my play, the tragedy ...

nevertheless. you knew his worth, and you would not let him forget -- miserable wretch though he was.

- that's it . that's what i --

this beautiful fool who was your brother -- his head you longed to take in arm. so you did.

- you..

you bent him -- you pressed him.

- ou…

your brother was weak. it was not his fault he was weak.

- i

you would hurt him. split him layer from layer -- into slides along distant panes. you knew him well enough to piece him.

from every mound -- you would piece him.

- c l i f f

for though he was your brother -- he was not your only.

- cliff! i uh -- haha. aw man. dude. you -- you gotta see this. 

- charley

i[ ]y looked to you. he knew – you smiled when you saw him.

- i[ ]y! 

charley smiled when he saw i[ ]y.

your eyes darted, as minnows beneath crests of crystal sky.

i[ ]y smiled back -- and his smile longed to have no smiles before him. 

- weapon in hand? it's only what i cherish for you, brother.

this was not him -- when he walked, it was as though a quire sang.

- arm in arm. let me hold you, brother.

he could take him from you -- as she took him from you.

- come on, cliff!

charley loved his brother -- as he loved you and you loved him.

- you're the best, i[ ]y.

i[ ]y calculated with his love -- as you calculated with yours.

- it's me

he longed to be first in his heart -- though you would not be last. 

- as i have said, she is not your world.

(will not share --

our world) 

charley smiled when he turned away -- for he was fair to i[ ]y.

( -- though was he just?)

i[ ]y's eyes clung to you --

when charley looked away.

charley's eyes grew heavy. for he didn't look --

(merely to sharpen his hearing.)

he disintegrated, and he recrystallized --

he had no center.  

- it's because i love you -- that i let what you let happen -- happen.

he had no center without you.

- you wish me to have none.

he was not so weak.

- for you, i let myself be.

for you were greater than him.

- and he knew it. 

you could remember --

- who i was 

when he moved, it was as though a curtain parted

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  - once again, live in the studio audience -- the name is charley. charley *******.

he stood as broad as you.

he stood stiff and noble -- the easy gallantry of his stance.

- you're an inspiration, cliff. i mean that.

he looked so much like you when he spoke.

 - bro

at rest -- he looked like noone but himself. 

...

you would lose yourself in his smile. the crease of his lips, of his eyes – a ground warmth as though your hand skimmed cresting sand.

- if i'm bein honest bro, i sorta wanna lean up against you. feel your ribs rocky against me, under all your muscles -- recline my head in your chest as i look up -- at the sky -- at you. it's a silly thing, i know, man. you just make me feel so safe, bro.

his neck would glide on a balljoint of precise control -- taking in all sights of the world.

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when he was close enough -- he was the one bold enough to bite you back. you held him in embrace -- pinned him -- knives of flint to throat.

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he would yield -- expose himself to his wounds  -- and you would lick where you had bit.

-  you're amazing...

his strength was yours when he stood beside you. in his eyes, all men were equal, and in his eyes, it was so -- for with the whole of his heart he directed his gaze, and his strength filled their hearts with his eyes.

he fed them without wanting from the trough that was his heart – gave freely of his heartiest crops -- his manifold wheats and grains. for the land was his heart as his heart was the land -- and he gave more than he had, though you knew him to have it all.

he made you a boy in your own eyes. though he was rugged, he conspired with you for secret thrills and silent glances that enlivened the drudgery to which you had grown numb -- which made the routines stagnant and bleak with the remembrance of a time where you were your own -- and the two of you left close quarters for secret enclaves, and returned always with the promise of escape to dangle before you – for there were always blue skies, and wide lakes, when you could still see the sun, for the days were long and the nights were warm -- and no matter where you were, it was as though you were meeting him for the first time -- and every day was a reminder -- there never needed be a first.

- i need you, bro.

you reached out to him -- even with the scents -- of sulfur, of carrion and open entrails -- you couldn't believe -- believe that he was real -- that he could have ever loved you.

- why you sad, cliff?

it did things to you -- to be so alone. it didn't matter how many there were -- how close they were. you could be near them. you were still alone.  

- you weren't meant to be alone, cliff.

you couldn't spell it out for him -- why would you want to.

- i can understand, bro, it just – just takes me a while, is all.

all these moments. these static images putrefying into motion blur.

- it doesn't have to hurt

you weren't a case study. you weren't going to keep arranging all these worthless dislocations into a genealogy of pain.

you'd been through it so many times.

your pain was without center -- without cause.

you were a void and advancing blight -- beneath you, a blanket of cicada shells.

the light of scrutiny, beneath the encroaching heat, warmed a bed of plant matter – let it crunch underfoot and turn to dust -- let it blow away in the wind. 

- take my hand, cliff.

his grip. his smell. he anchored you to time and place.

with him things grew solid, and around you was a weight -- and smell in the air.

you became aware of the toxicities of the paint -- the specks in the coloration -- pits in the surfaces --  whatever flecks of corrosion they were, their plurality of shades and shapes.

- cliff -- you can see we are of a strapping breed.

he reeked of ash and the refuse of wards, and the lime of the grave -- and it clung to him like vanilla and bergamot -- the bittersweetness of raspberry chocolate on the fire of his breath.

– you know me -- i[ ]y.

it robbed you of your words -- what was his when you stood beside him.

he screamed until he ruptured from his lips a torrent of blood. he moved with the pulsating heart of a tanker train on fire. the segments of an exploding spinal column down the track -- kicking up camera pans of dust and iron -- nerve gristle and dynamite. 

- i had the tankers filled, cliff. secondborn sons, all. they'll see -- when they make it back alive. the pits they dug which had been their neglect -- and they will snap their legs not watching where they had stepped. 

he was just -- absolutely and cruelly just.

- they did not deserve to be fuel for my ambitions. only providers to've fueled their own. 

he was simple -- absolute perfection. 

- flattery will get you flatironed. 

when he spoke, there was laughter rolling beneath his voice. his sepulchral, hollow voice -- the laughter echoed far, and rebounded on him endlessly, for he was the only one to which it could bring mirth. it stung – as though some venom salted in the ventricles of you heart, and yet it swept over you and you were seduced to laugh through some protest, for you had never heard a voice – so resonant, and so reedy.

- your evident forgeries -- these apprentice pieces which pale before their master -- they flatter me unabashedly with their zealotry. 

his voice would grip you -- buzz against you as though the grate of a sandbelt to the jaw. heat peeling keratin and skin – shooting up jets of pooling blood. the more he laughed, the more he peeled you and you stood bare before him, and all the clouds of toxic exhaust he spewed.

his every defilement of the land that was the consequence of his supreme being -- of what he was in his own flesh, and what he would return to the world through its consumption -- for he made you believe that he was the inevitable consequence of a sickness, and its solution -- that his cancer would survive the body, come to replace the body – this hermetic extrapolation of himself -- as its heaving mounds resolidified into something more singular and more perfect, fissuring not into corpse flowers of putrescent nonsense.

- he doubts me, gentlemen. he doubts me, adventurous women, and those most adventurous who pledge fealty to no sex at all -- he doubts me, even as i sprout new eyes and teeth. he doubts me, even as i sprout new limbs and fraternals. i am a fundamental principle of fecundity. i am hot shit. i defecate openly before you and blacken the soil with hearty rays. when you step into me, you sink and you root deep, for i am lord of all vegetative nightmares -- i beckon you into silent greenhouses of tarpaulin before ancient manors you dare not recollect, for you can only call collect -- i strip you of change, pruning you back, always into this whimpering state, which is not seed, nor shell nor sprout, for i am what is made manifest in contraction. i am all which is bare -- all which is sinuous and budding. i am the autumnal branches which stiffen axon-like from the barren earth, for i am freer to think when i am uncluttered by leaves, when i have put to the rack the pages dancing in the wind -- the savory which drips down the pike and rolls from the blade -- the heads which rot on the pike or basket before the blade -- for the eyes. sweetener for the eyes. only by hand or by happenstance does the executioner's art become as such, and thus become noble, for by these means do we distill our divine will -- let the light which shines bore holes in the eyes of our admirers! play with me tonight, now -- brother.

when he didn't speak -- he became your mirror.

motherfucker

he marched, carrying the burden of himself. 

(got your soliloquy after all, cliff.) 

you met his eyes. his met yours.

he pointed -- it was enough.

the windpipe crushers he had peeled down --

the surgical steel of a bear claw.

he laid them. in wet smacks, he laid them.

- the days we whittled as wood – though we had not even milk.

spanning the untold vistas of that valley, a chevron of skull caps studded upwards in spades of a thunderclap. climbing floor to cliff, they shone as white gold in the sun, shimmering in the oil of their brain cases. from the brains he had saved, and boiled, and distilled into a wax -- which he drank, and which he lubricated himself and rejuvenated his skin -- the buttery shimmer gilding his coffee – for before him their eyes were rapt as he had lead them here -- had chased them here -- and now he stretched out his arms, and embraced with the rippling contours of his back that wall that was the construction of their brothers -- for he had honored them as his guests, and they would join them soon -- they who had succumbed to his glory and now – knowing the untold grandeur which lie before them – lacked the means to refuse him.

- you see me to be, and so i am. your sons will see me, and so they too shall be more than you.

the walls he built, he arranged with meticulous attention -- to the bouquet of every embossed bloom of femur.

the pincers of his phalangeal bones -- arranging semi-rotations as though twirls in the inspection of a diamond cut.

- every crayfish in your net -- will be my feed.

you were with him through all the time of its construction, watching him take them into the dark, and you took them by his side -- and he, having the flint of his

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blood damn -- shining bones -- arranged over days and nights, picked off one by one. forked on their incisors, sharing the meat. dragging them, skewering them -- good shit.

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the miles high stacked bones -- the blood rupture --

i[ ]y's eyes -- i[ ]'s eyes.

the cry of a whale came -- the water came first from his eyes. 

you took so many. dragged them to the

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i[ ]y and cliff -- take them to the cliffs -- bow to blade

the rinds which root their hair

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bash their skulls. tear them limb from limb. bash their skulls. tear them limb from limb. anthill of limb and plate. limb and leather. basking waterfalls of blood down cliffs to fill this narrow basin.

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diamond fissures -- aria of the waves -- a cataclysm in the wash -- foam of glittering pearls. this city of foreign splendor

when the wind kicked up – i[ ]y approached you. 

- the blights i carry in flesh, soon shall carve themselves in stone –

the caress of his southpaw locked your taper of skull –

as his right palm pledged a vow  —

- i would rather it be only us this moment, cliff 

the towers dimmed – darkness ebbed on all displays. the bricks they held could receive neither plea nor bargain. glinting off the false patina of this night, as light gathered behind the clouds – the tremble from the south, as if light from a distant storm – when their batteries turned to beds.

all through the earth, currents crept, and arcs of light lashed through figments of the air, splitting oxygen from hydrogen in filaments of cobalt and gold. the halo of his eyes shone in a light that was not his – for all the energy of the stones – of the dirt, of the metal – he coiled in bloodshed as his head split open with you rapt on the light of his eyes – entangling sight and data – two streams colliding – into mucus welt to nodes of brain coral – branching horns of electrical grids.

- i have drunk deep of the wine of knowing – for my eyes are as my tongue as my tongue is as my feet. i lap as i stomp and see as i drink – the flavors of each bruised and broken eye. 

beneath the land – and beneath every granule which composed the land, in every frozen moment which rises between and beneath the currents which composed all sound – where all is simply oscillation and lines and the constraints of order and form, and what was boundless was bounded within the dictates of its bounds – daubed glyphs unformed and decipherable as a pseudo-form to your eyes which met you and intersected you, and cut you into dazzling images – as you cut them into a refraction through the cluster of a fruited body –

it was not as though you could make out shapes or words – more that these oblique interpolations recalled packets of interrelated sense and abstraction which concretized into a recollection – or a revelation – an ambiguity not to be resolved, but overwritten – as it was never truly unknown, yet nonetheless unknown to the domicile of the known –

as if a stranger's face – staring back from a collection of objects in the home you have always known – a stranger you've always known – who has always stood beside you – who had been there always listening – who you could grip for you knew you were master of your own space –

and yet would let lean in, to whisper, for she could see – the shapes as though composed of finer lines. 

– it's like music, cliff – the shape of the silence before a bomb goes off!  

she crept along your heart – as a crab poised – propped into an arch on the foreleg of her smallest phalange – the talon of her swan neck flaking chips of cherried lead to your jugular.

- see him, cliff? see him even as he holds you?

... see him even as you see me?

i[ ]y stood as his own monument – around him spun the dust of blackened land – around him sprawled the lines – they kneeled and lit candles – the squealing ray tails of their flared amygdalae – electrical crescents fluorescent lighting mutilated lat spreads –

into him, the lines accumulated, and his blistering nerves shone as solar disks of chakral malice – the lamprey mouth of radiant chariots devouring in passionless accumulation – clamping the vise of two hooves to his temple mounds – he in his armor of seahorse scales.

- as he is the roots, and charley is the trunk – i am the branches bearing fruit and flowers!

e$o%  ( o )  %o$3 

the vibrations shook him. the contents of his speech reconfigured his features. palm fronds unfurling from his cheekbones. the fury of his thought obliterated the temple carving of that face that wasn't yours. from the detritus of the dust cloud crawled forth his barbs – fragments of a smirk which was only a crease. a scowl which was only a gash.

- i am king of all configurations. i am the point at which you meet the sky – as i am the point at which you meet the earth. my branches burn, for it is with my hands that we cradle the sun! 

sometimes i[ ]y -- became i[ ]a. 

- why hello, darling.

she strode in on a white horse -- the sculpt of a genetic venus. 

- as i have said – i have my talents, cliff. 

her hormonal and chromosomal makeup -- the ratios of her muscular-skeletal structures -- all had been transfigured by the ease of her bifurcated soul. 

- the entire structure -- surrounds the opening.

the constellation of pisces swam in her every cell. 

- only the freshest for sale on my pier, boys.

she was her majesty -- the empress of all wednesdays. 

- a pear for you, a prayer for me. 

sometimes -- you were her white horse.

- you smear my stockings with your ashes, cliff.

you would forget she was him -- until she screamed.

- CLIFF. CLIFF -- please continue. it intrigues me.

charley looked to her -- he grew light of breath.

- man, i gotta… i gotta do a rite, bro?

his dick grew stiff -- plastered to his leg.

- m'am? 

i[ ]a became taken -- with her brother. 

- we remain composed of the same matter, beloved -- though what we know, we know well -- matter remains merely energy void of motion. 

there was no illegality -- when you see only loopholes. 

- there remains a worm -- when you see only wormholes. 

you did on occasion -- see cause to take her from behind.

- the anus is the domain of the woman lover, cliff --

charley would watch -- in shame, and in awe.

- as the birthing bed invariably fills with shit. 

for he could not make hate to her.

- you uh… you really got a handle on her there, huh bro?

he knew who she was.

- you don't… bro… you just don't... 

though his heart -- he could yearn, but could not believe.

... treat a woman like that, bro.

she would make charley watch -- as she humiliated the other women.

- of course, you know -- it's one way with the boys…

charley didn't have to watch -- he always did.

- when you know how they really are.

charley's eyes would fill with loss -- he would sink into himself.

- need a refill on your half-full, my dear?

she wanted him -- to do things which would disgrace himself.

- the buttocks is rather lovely when it is heart-shaped, especially with the embroidery of the lace and frill of garter -- it is a truly lovely thing, the way the curvature of the anatomy can be highlighted with a... now a permanent marking, girls -- that is nothing to fear. tigerstripings show a sophisticated, almost calligraphic sensibility, and make for a distinct appearance -- and besides, what man would not care to hold you and weep over the fabled abuses you have suffered?

he could not strike her.

- you ought redden my lip -- unto the mounds of a presenting baboon!

 he couldn't stay mad at her -- 

- sometimes, i… i think you do it on purpose, bro.

he told himself -- he still thought of her as him.

- she's, uh… i can see him when she smiles -- i can hear him when she lectures -- i can see him in her eyes when she gets feisty, but then she… uh… it's as though there never were a him, and this -- this vision before me blinds me, and i … i don't think i get it, cliff.

she could stroke him -- and he was without rebellion.

- it would please you to kill in my name. 

(iowan --

my name) 

she could see it -- he was playin around with his bro.

- you're a lady, i[ ]a -- but you're still i[ ] -

- eeeeeee

he would split himself -- one scene with i[ ]a -- and one with i[ ]y. 

- overlapping -- it's like you're depthless in a shallow plane  -- i behold you as i behold him and her -- as two chroma -- like something that would tint to a whole if you could somehow overlap -- though i can't make you -- you're separate. 

- what would you -- wanna do to me?

(- what would you -- need to do to me?)

the blades of his shoulders spun along different axes -- and drifted through different times.

his arms moved one way, and his back followed -- and his shoulders moved one way, and his pecs fondled --

and his head turned two ways and so he faced two directions, and felt them all, split at a moment of time --

for he held i[ ]a close and ravished her neck, as i[ ]y he held close and tore at his trachea -- and between them the jolt of two incompatible harmonies ran through charley's bones, and what pulsated in him was the roaring jet fuel inferno come testicular vortex of his own insurmountable purity -- for he wounded his brother as he mended his sister -- was a salve to her wound, leaking sap onto pine floats over grey mornings, as he was wound to his slave, dripping blood upon him in a cloak of mosquitoes which gnawed up your legs --

and all around him were his arms and he was overlapping himself through the branching of consecutive near-misses, adrift through undivergent probability --for his consecrations and his desecrations were numerous as the dust in the void / to be lumined only by distant light. 

- i see you -- i see you -- you're i[ ]y. you've been i[ ]y all this time. ha-ha. ha-ha. ha-ha. bro. bro. tell me who else you've been. who else you've been this whole time?

she stepped out from behind the screen -- as the bombs fell.

-  a silversmith's apple!

through the trenches they marched with her -- into rivers they marched with her.

- would you keep me waiting all day?

charley took her -- between the legs he took her.

- as you are my only -- cleave unto me as you would a hangnail.

the human props you love -

- i wonder if they could ever love me.

The Best Carpentermass Ever! [Excerpt]

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- who do you think you are?

- simply he who thought himself into becoming himself.

- that doesn't mean anything.

- we are carved from the same cliff face, father. you're a fool to think you'll ever find fulfilment in the adoration of others. what you are to them is simply an excuse to dream -- and in their longing, they will always come to resent the reality of you.  

- you got a lotta ideas. don't know where you got em. certainly not me.

- my humility, in all its falsity, offends you with its frankness. you are weak before me because you covet, father. that this can be mistaken for strongman leadership is simple inattentiveness. 

- big guy! big guy, kill him! kill scribbles! do it. do it now! 

- what will you do, father? i am a force which you can neither suspend nor subvert. my supremacy is apparent to vegetables of the ward and field alike. i simply am, and in such a way that awakens the perceptive to the truth of things. i am a raw, unflinching engine of creation. i pull from the dry earth canopies of wheat and slash them in bountiful harvest. you father -- you awaken only the yearning for slavery! you are the cloven mandible which spitroasts the human spirit! you instill pride in the worthless and enmity in the worthful! i do not wish to be brash, father -- i pray i flatter you with the depth and elegance of my critique -- you are a man of taste, i argue and implore, today, tomorrow, and have many days before -- but you have written checks intended to bounce, and so with regrets our ricochet must roll back to shorten fat lips far out of bounds!

- the gun! the big gun! whip it out! blow his brains out. his pretty face off. he wants to be art, let him be art. make him splatter. make it happen.

- i meant my every word with the utmost sincerity, father. i cherished your renegade spirit. your open embrace of your innate discordance. i saw in you the primal evolutionary force which motivated me to fight and long to die for my country -- to bleed out into the cartridge my every frayed and tassled synapse, mended in crown metal spirographs to a force of root-gonadal aggression which rent me in twain as it reconstituted my fibers! ( o ) : -- i have written your promises in the papers, father. i have let the truest value of your words shape my goals and motivate my actions. i have written your promises in the papers, and thus they will be true -- for we sing our songs which make the herd dance. these poor souls who cannot love for themselves and so cannot fight for themselves -- i do not delight in degrading them as i degrade myself, but i am only one man, father. i am insulated. i am envious. i am amused endlessly by my own capacity for cruelty. i cannot give them everything. i am aware of my every lecherous, vain, and wicked impulse, and i succumb to them with gusto when it will titilate the fancy, but i cannot give that which is not wanted! i am oh so terribly sensitive myself, father -- as are you. there is no cause for shame, for we act truly in our hearts with the commonness of family.

- the what.

- the open embrace of the base is our truest love! we beautify ourselves for flattery -- but oh. doesn't it stir something in the floors, the depths, to know i'm flattering myself for you, father?

- how are you doin this.   

-it must be my award winning smile. so few, it seems, can appreciate the gift of a gilded ear from a silver tongue.

(- brass balls, bro.)

-thank you, thank you. my factless autohagiography shall be on sale tomorrow in candor of shopping strata plaza for zero scrouples and fewer sense!  

- are you guys followin this?

- the technical language and literary arts which languished so long in our country father -- these dreary, plodding monosyllables echoing off galley walls, deadening the neurons they course through. we degrade our country to so openly hold our masses in contempt! the people of a flourishing state ought be warriors in word and deed, balancing their meagerness in the world with the infinity of their cosmos, for if all men strove to walk among the highest spheres, we would rise like helixes of gravitational debris right up into the heart of the sun!

- he's still alive, dumbass!

- joey needs to expand! joey needs to consume! joey will drive water from water to separate in its centrifuge what is muck from what is crystalline! the power which arises in obedience by its nature obliterates. there is a time and place for obedience, as there is a time and place for obliteration! if a man such as i can find pleasure in servitude, men such as all of you ought find the pleasure in rebellion!

- bzzzz. bzzzz. wrong answer!

- one must restate counter-truths with such alacrity they string the mind to taffy, for how else do you play them like a lyre, father?

- it ain't music. not to my ears. not to anybody's.

- they talk of it as self-flattery, to emit pleasant sounds as though a songbird ( o ) :-- as if it was not simply in my sensuous nature to make my tongue dance for you! to have you sway and hang and caressed ~ stirred in the grip in every gonadal tap of my scant and scintillating syllables, as though i were not intimately loving you in my own way /~ a way which you spurn, as though i were showing off my learning? my learning you too could learn (notice how free i am to gift it!) but the brutality with which i bash a skull, or the grace with which i toss a javelin into space --/~ in these you covet and crave erasure ... it sickens me, father. it sickens me as an animal does lay dying in the road. the impulse to violence ought best serve mercy. what are you craving father? you reveal only your own piteous lamentations -- the depthless self-loathing which corrodes you -- the sad, sad, sad, oh so sad and common instability you share with the whole of humanity! what appetites lie festering in your black heart? if i can't rend strings of lyric love for my sires and brothers, how am i to be a good son, father, or a good anything for that contrivance of matter? i turn to, still, in some faint and vacant corner of myself for some light, some warmth, but you are not the depthless void, you are not a distant speck -- you are a black hole all yawning and you crush all light i give you. you cannot come near me. you will consume me. your emptiness is annihilating. you're nobody. how can a man as miserable as you live day to day? i torture myself, nothing more, when i feel for you, and as i was a compassionate man, i have subjected myself willingly to torture -- for the sake of my state and art alike. oh, how a good boast can raise the spirits now and then! perhaps it ought help to periodically remind oneself that arrogance is a symptom of high spirits, not something in itself to covet -- as it helps too to remind oneself that small men covet small things!

(- nobody's lookin at brux. nobody's lookin at brux.)

- do not bray like a pack-ass who yearns to be bare more than cargo, father! the love of the earthiness of humanity does not radiate your compassion for your fellow man, but oozes your resentment of learning. the gut-level hatred that anyone could expect of you anything more than you merely are -- your most grievous fault, father! you mint hollow mediocrities in luminous bronze.

- is this a curse? are you putting a curse on me? 

- why do we speak to each other as though we're on some horrid eternal business lunch, father? 

joey said what everyone was thinking in a way which none of us would ever dare to dream, let alone understand.

- i don't wanna be here! i don't wanna hear any a this! somebody should be stoppin him. why aren't any a you stoppin him!

- allow me to do you the honor myself, father. i have always been the best to ask to get results from myself!

he spun on his heels. in a straight line, he marched to you.

- do me the honor, sir. oblige father and end my miserable life.

your trigger unholstered itself of its own accord / the muzzle pressed itself to joey's forehead.

- how consumed are you for me?

(our euphorie)

every cell, every fiber, every impulse screamed for destruction. you held yourself at bay. he slid his tongue into the eye of the barrel. he moaned with a hideous and breathy deep abdominal vulnerability that stirred something in you and made father -- made father blanche. 

- it takes only the proper channels, don't you see? don't you see? once i had been a tributary far from land, adrift with drowned men and weighed down by a gelatinous raft of bones. the stagnant waters running deep bore the most lush and rancorous blooms. i was carried far from home by a man from a foreign star in a vessel welt in emerald and gold. you took me to the highest wellsprings of our country, and poured me deep into those waters which nourish our people. you drank me deep --

on command, they bellowed out. 

- AND CRAVED THE SWEET

... OF MY CANCEROUS JULIAN RANGOON.

- you chose so poorly, father.

 cambrian waters churned the magma in your heart.

a pin did not dream to drop.

(brux spoke here :--)

 - no, it's true. i mean, look at me. i'm an uggol. i'm bucktoothed. i'm leggy. i'm begotten in a salad of tendons without dressage, and i look like beefy jerky. sometimes i look down at my arm and think i'm in still in my leathers. then i realize -- oh no. that's just my arm. also. i'm covered in crude again. how does that keep happenin, mates?

lux stammered, for he was about to undergo the labor of translating difficult emotions into simple words.

- dad, sir. you know. you know i'll always care about you. that goes without saying -- but also. you're human garbage. you're a blistering trash fire of brain diseases who shoulda gotten douched with some therapeutic grade dude piss like -- twenty years ago. how did it get this bad, dad? i thought nobody said anythin, but they were sayin it all the time, in a million different ways, and i was just too dumb to listen.

(joey, once more, was the floor :--)

- it is the power of imagination, cpt. drythen, which compels us to exhaust the countless substrata before we circle back to tap the spring beneath our topsoil. 

father had not yet resolidified from the cloud.

- like, really. i wanna be sympathetic. i get it. like -- eh. there's -- there's nothin there -- y'know? in the middle of you? you know, you just feel -- why not be beautiful? none of it means anythin. we're all gonna get our heads blown off, might as well smile every day til we get there. why not be shallow? we all look the fuckin same on the inside anyway.

wally spoke openly.

- aye. i'll say it, too. i work for miserable bastards, but i don't mind it. i'm a miserable bastard myself. a man ought be entitled his misery, no matter his lot in life, and if he is not in a position where he is expected to boost morale, he ought be proud to wear his misery openly.

- you make me look bad, dad. like, i wanna be proud to serve my country, and i can't -- i just can't with you. 

- i am a clerical wretch. my contempt for these drains of efficiency in flesh ought be taken seriously as a symptom on the blighted soul of an otherwise proud servant of the state. if my sufferin so openly offends you, take offense to my conditions -- i suppose you know not a day's work well enough to grease the gearshafts of your rusty heartstrings with a big gobby tear or two! nor would you contribute much -- i expect rather unexpectedly, to the coiffers of the drunkards you made drunkards for you could offer nothing more'n numbness out in the blisterin cold!

- what's the fuckin point of fightin so hard, dad? what's the fuckin point if none of it means anything?

- that our citizenry is so foul is indicative of a lechery of values, symptomatic of a rot at the heart of our core architectures! you, father, do not honor the gods ( o ) : -- you honor not man or woman, beast nor root. you have blackened us with cane sugar and simple syrup. i curse you openly as i would a blight upon a tree. i would sooner see the heartiest branches amputated at first contact than allow what foul pestilence you spew to contaminate within ten yards of another trunk!

joey bowed back into position. 

- do you see, father. the flame of liberty is no becaked candle for which we may dim the light of valor so you may extinguish it to the snappings, cheers and wrigglings of your beaked and intolerant breast.

- don't knock the knockers! they're knockers of the year! you voted em that! you picked me over all the other girls.

- we strengthen ourselves of our own volition, for we seek the vigor of blood so the sap of the tree of liberty may linger long on our tongues! 

- why's your happy tree on fire, huh? ya mix metaphors like a whiskin bowl. maybe one i bought for ya. maybe for a lacrosse meet. maybe for your swim game.

- i am a swimmer in the summer, and a wrestler in the winter. in the spring and autumn i give myself to the regional bloodsports. 

you could picture joey's ass in his silky white rugby shorts. 

-  i was a good dad. i bought ya things. all the things ya ever wanted. they were good tax-payers. i bought em all. ya never played with em. 

- why, the amendments the major has been amending -- the revisions he has been revising --

- revisions. what revisions? you been makin revisions big guy?

...

- cpt. haruspex has won the hearts of our neighbors with his candor. he shows us to be a bold, affable and free-spirited nation possessing of a sharp and singular people! i have met many heads of industry, and through them known their hands, their hearts, the vacuums behind their eyes. they long to be earnestly known -- they, like all spirited men, women and gradients, delight in being the light which makes roses bloom in the shade of the sequoias! with the amendments to our architectures, we are well equipped to move negotiations with our generous brother nations from boot to boot, boot to tongue, and fully into tongue to tongue. in the shower of free exchange, we shall know again the taste of our own soil!

- you? you, big guy? after all i've done for you. i took you in. i clothed you. i fed you. yeah. in a palace. in all that leather. lettin ya play wit all your food before i ate it. and what it'd get me? nothin. you think anybody else'll take you? nobody else woulda taken you in before, but now? who's gonna wanna take you in after they see how you treated me, huh? you're ugly. you're a monster. you make babies cry. i make babies cry, but it's only cause they can't regain their composure, bein seen around such a popular guy, you? you're not popular. nobody knows you. nobody likes you. you just control em with fear, that's all you do. all you gotta do is fuckin stand there like a sideshow attraction, everybody's too scared to talk to ya.

- s c r e a m i n g

- brother jacek --

- cpt. psychoraggia --

- screaming. screaming. screaming. the screaming never stops. the echoes never stop. why can't you fuckers ever settle things in -- never settle things in -- ( ) -- in sigh -- in sigh -- in sigh --

(- i scream. you scream. we all scream -- when i d(r)eam.)

his eyes met yours.

- brother, i know you hear them.

he implored you.

- haha, haha. what? cat got your tongue, big guy?

there were misty mountains in his eyes. there were storm clouds without counting gray behind the mists in the peaks of his eyes.

- please, sir. talk to me, sir. say anythin, please, sir. i need to hear your voice. i need to hear my brother's voice.

brux stood with him. brux's hand was on his shoulder. his hand buckled against brux's shoulder.

- come here. come here, mate. it'll be all right.

- i failed him, cpt. brux.

- nah, nah ya didn't, mate.

- he won't speak to me, sir.

- mate, mate. shhhh. refine the purity of your intentions. did you act soley for virtue, or did your heart yearn for covert validation? you can't earn favor with the big man if you can't earn favor with yourself. you're a big strong guy -- corded with muscle, marbled in striated bivalve. look at yourself, mate. remember who you are. you're not scared. you're a big strong guy. big strong guy. you don't need to be pet. you just need another man to respect you, and to appreciate what you do, and why you do it. i love you, cpt. jacek. you're such a big strong murder boy. you make your mother so proud, i bet. she huggles you so hard, i bet. 

brux had put an arm around his shoulder. jacek half-crouched to be seated in awe to his intentions. he turned from him. the staged half-hug in which he looked so heroic, to beheld you with wondering eyes.

- i needed you, sir. the only time i needed you. i could have had you any time... all those times you meant nothin. the only time i needed you... the only time it would have mattered. you weren't there. why do i only need you -- when i know i can't have you. why can i have you -- only when i don't need you. what damn good are you, sir? what damn worth are you. why do i give you everythin -- knowin i'll get nothin. why do i expect anythin -- knowin i'll get nothin. why do i --- why do i -- why do i --

psychorrhax went to him.

- it doesn't make sense, brother. it doesn't have to make sense. it's selfish to ever expect it to make sense.

he held jacek in a half-embrace, where neither was the other's shadow. right arm over left shoulder, still in three-quarter profile. what they intended -- and succeeded -- with this manly choice of staging, was to highlight their studliness as well as their cleanliness. 

wally strode forward. his arms fanned wide to grab hold his brothers by the scruff of their shoulders, collapsing their skulls to his ...

(@) :--  brux was dislodged in the reorientation. 

- aye, brother. it makes no sense! we never wanted it to make sense. we wanted enigmas posed to us, knowing damn well the answers. it was nice to think nothing of it; to waste time on idle thoughts! we could dream up mighty fine blue tomorrows asking ourselves all the dead long night questions which we damn well knew the answers. you were never stupid, brother. you always knew. you were stupid for his sake. for what you knew offended him. you wanted so badly. so badly wanted to love someone. you didn't care who. nobody mattered. nobody could ever matter. these fake things you only needed to feel. all the fake things all the people needed to feel. you're not a real person. there are no real people. all your generosity could ever breed was lies (69) :-- false hopes to string along days hopin to milk a smile from the deadwood -- and was it worth it? was it worth a drizzle of secretions pulpy with splinters too soggy to prickle or pad, let alone velvet the vulva? what could contentment mean to a malcontent, there need bein victors for which we all go to spoils.

brux was starting to shout. shout without a care in the world.

- i care for you all! i want you to be happy! i try my best, but it never seems like anybody cares for ol' brux -- and i don't want em to! i don't want anybody to expect a damn thing from me! i only wish for once somebody'd care about me the way i care about all of you, but i know damn well that's too much to ask -- everybody loves in their own way, but brux needs to be loved in his way, and brux knows he's weird, but, like, should that be brux's problem? as weird as i am, i do so much for all of you, you ought bare the burden of my weirdness! you ought love me in turn the way i love you, even if you find me repulsive -- yes, i want you to return repulsion for repulsion! i do everythin the way you do, and i feel so alone, god, you can't imagine how alone i feel, it just, it just makes me shudder is all -- i'm not weird, i love you -- why do you make me feel weird for how much i love you -- shame on you for making me doubt the basic decency of my love for you.

joey went to brux. with his left hand, he crept around his back, and took him wrist in hand, elbow serpentine in coiling.

- do not think less of yourself, brother. you are a sensitive soul, and a sensitive soul, in spite of itssex, yearns to be fawned upon like a cherished daughter -- but you, bruxer haruspex, my meat hasher and skull smasher, are farther from cherished than you are a daughter.

brux leaned to him. joey only half turned away.

-i was a fool to ever call you cruel, joey. you know damn well how my foolish notions hurt me worse. i wish i was brave as you, joey. that i could turn away from people. turn away from these silly thoughts i need to be happy. i wish i was strong like you. to bare bein so alone -- oh sol polaris, there's nothin i'm more afraid of than endin up all alone!

- we are all alone, bruxer haruspex -- there is nothing to fear in admitting that this is, was, and will always be the truth.

- you make me forget, joey. i never feel like i'm alone when i'm with you. i feel the world turnin when i'm with you. i feel life has purpose -- it's so damn stupid to say, but i love you, i love you.

he loved him.

- i love you, i love you.

- i'm alone. i'm alone.

you were alone.

- how can you be alone when i love you?

- my loneliness -- has nothing to do with your love, cpt. haruspex. i wish it could be different.

- i love you. i love you.

stars spun in the west. stars spun in the east. stars spun above and stars spun below. their light could not reach the others.

- i wish your love meant something to me. i would love to love you, cpt. bruxer haruspex. your eager soul. your gullible heart. your pure and idiotic love. i wish i could feel for you what you feel for me, but i know --

- that i'm not worth it.

- yes.

- that i'll never be worth it.

- never say never -- again. 

- you love me, joey. you truly love me.

- yes.

- you waste time with me, hopin i'll get it.

- i wish i could tell you.

- i wish i could listen.

joey's hand met brux's shoulder. brux's hand met joey's shoulder. they met one another. their leather crunched in slow expanse.

they wanted to laugh.

cpt. laika stood forward.

- your transparency has been a continuous source of inspiration to us, cpt. haruspex. you are second in my heart only to the major's indomitable frame, as his is second only to cpt. schriebermachen's brazen and impenetrable breast -- he the cage which encloses and protects our still beating heart with the warm quills of his tar-black wings. i believe we will do well to take cpt. schreibermachen's words into our own --

- transparency. frame. heart. you're not the planeteers!

- be silent, father. i am speaking.

[   ]

... there is no environment. i am the environment. you can't quiet me! i quit! i quit ... i don't know you! you don't belong here! 

you let the silence linger. you stood in father's office without him. watching the floors. watching one another.

- as a greater man once said with less |. -- it is truly arrogance to resent the inevitable course of my rightness. 

you walked out the door. laika locked it behind him. lux sat with his legs curled on the floor, playing with a replica miniature saw-horse he saw. wally was miles away, five feet from here. brux did well to uphold the complete and utter facade of his obliviousness.

jacek was in your eyes. he was lost inside your eyes. you wanted to reach over and to hold him, but you couldn't. you wouldn't be able to regain your composure -- if you leaned over and tried to ... look something.

how could he bare it?

the influx of agony in your eyes? coring him like the flesh from an orange. how could he bare yours when you could barely bare his?

joey bore the weight of the silence. as he was singular in attack, so too was he singular in retreat. the vagueness after victory which is not retreat, but return. the sudden weight of having no further height, and so having nowhere to go, only gliding down, not into lowness, but calmness. to settle in that way which so superficially resembles defeat.

joey put his arm on laika's shoulder. he was holding him. their leather would crunch as he would hold him. their eyes followed in the gloss as he held him. it made your dick hard to watch how he would hold him

- so proud a you, lil bro.

- aye am aye, sir. my name is laika psychorrhax, cpt. templor of the eagle marines, and i have no source but myself. my roots are the trunk of cpt. joseph schreibermachen, as his roots are the trunk of major [                  ]. we fracture space as we fractal one another, trunking in lush fields to tesseracts of sigil'd chaos, that we may branch all aspects of all dimensions at once, to fill all the air with greenery and wood.

- trench my colon like a ditch digger tonight, lil bro.      

.| -- (alas, i am writing!)

joey was like a son to you. joey couldn't have been anymore than two to three years your junior. 

- it's a disease of the mind, sir. virtuous thinking begets only further virtuous thinking. i yearn that we should degrade ourselves, brother, in some fetid pit of despair, where the tangle of our overlapping miseries entombs us in a swampy embrace of your matted fur and hulking frame to my blade and nick begotten flank -- consecrate our brotherhood by bathing me in your rank miasma, sir. i who lash like a cult still brood like a mayor (9 <-o-> 6) ... you fertile moron. 

in the next room, brux was clapping his hands

- well, i think that went a lot better than i expected!

[theyareweird]

The Original Bendy & the Ink Machine Game Posters

Building any game universe is all in the details. In Bendy and the Ink Machine, there are posters hung all around the in-universe limbo studio. These posters were designed to feature the in-universe Bendy TV show cartoons. This article will present the original art of these posters created by TimetheHobo.

1. Bendy in Little Devil Darlin’

This is the first poster created for the game. According to the in-universe information, the first episode was released in 1929. Each cartoon is advertised as being presented in “Sillyvision”. In Chapter 1: Moving Pictures, the poster is hung up on a wall in the studio’s entrance hall. This makes sense as Joey Drew Studios first animated cartoon should present the mascot himself, Bendy the Devil.

2. Bendy in Sheep Songs with Boris the Wolf

Observing the show’s development, Henry wanted to create a best friend for Bendy. Thus, Boris was born! The friendly wolf loves to play the clarinet. Noting this, it seems clear where this poster fits into the timeline as the second episode released in 1929. The entire plot of the cartoon is unknown. Instead, there’s only a clip of it in Chapter 5: The Last Reel. The only thing known is a part in the cartoon where Boris plays his clarinet, causing Bendy to sleep in the middle of his picnic, likely to steal his sandwich.

3. Bendy in The Dancing Demon

Based on the title of the poster, the episode was intended to show off Bendy’s love for dancing. While it’s not clear what the cartoon’s entire plot is, a scene clip reveals the setting is on a Hawaiian island. This is revealed through a smiling tiki on the left side of the clip and the bamboo torches in the background with the dancing Bendy dressed up as a hula dancer. This is most likely the third episode for the show because its first release was in 1929 or somewhere in the 1930s. For some unknown reason, the cartoon was re-released in the early 1940s.

4. Bendy in Sent from Above with Alice Angel

Unlike posters one through three, this poster was featured in Chapter 2: The Old Song in the game. The episode was released in 1933. It’s purpose was to advertise the new addition to the Bendy show’s cast of characters by promoting Alice Angel’s singing and dancing skills. Although it’s unclear what the full plot of the cartoon is, a clip of it from Chapter 5 displays Alice Angel singing while floating on a cloud adjacent to the moon.

5. Bendy in The Butcher Gang

The final poster features the Butcher Gang trio. Charley is an unidentified animal, however; he’s possibly a primate. He’s the gang’s leader. Barley the bandit is human. Edgar is a spider. The poster is first seen in Chapter 3: Rise & Fall of the game. This episode was released in 1935. Its setting takes place inside the dining restaurant where Bendy works as an employee. There’s only one clip, showing Charley having a conversation with the nervous Bendy while Barley and Edgar are arguing with each other. Edgar threatens a fight by raising his two front feet like clinging knuckles, making Barley snap with astonishment. Barely then grabs a pie from the dining table to throw it at Edgar out of anger, but Edgar grins and ducks down as the pie hits Charley instead.

What do you think? Despite the lack of information, which episode sounds the most appealing to you? Please share with me!

[hoperays-song]

Sing Father’s Day Headcanons

Ash gets Father’s Day gifs for both Buster and Clay. Buster cried the first time she did so and Clay put her logo sticker on his guitar immediately afterwards.

Meena spends the day going to museums with her grandfather to celebrate, always ending the day with a picnic.

Buster watches his dad’s favourite movies with his family to honor him and will visit his grave to leave flowers every Father’s Day without fail. 

Ryan’s family just celebrates it as Mother’s Day 2.0 and will go out for brunch as a family. After meeting Marcus however, he starts calling him on Father’s Day.

Eddie has lunch with his parents before hanging out with Buster and the rest of their family for the day. He also sends a card to Hobbs however.

Johnny will get Marcus a mug with a horrible pun on it and spend the day helping him around the garage. He will also make dinner for him and his uncles.

Rosita and her family will typically play a board game marathon of Norman’s favourite games. She and the kids will let him win on Father’s Day only.

Nooshy makes Marcus a card that she always hides around the garage for him to find and eats dinner with the family.

Porsha spends the day hanging out with Buster and Eddie and will make them really elaborate cards. She will also send a card to Jimmy but it’s much plainer.

Just as there was a special Mother’s Day performance at the Majestic, there is also one for Father’s Day with additional performances by each teen cast member in honor of their dads (yes it is in the fic).

[lemonisntreal]

Quick aesthetic-test for the comic + some sketches I did recently-ish. I'm moving at a fucking snail's pace with this thing, but I'm getting there at least. I have it all framed out for the most part, I just need to actually FINALIZE it lmao [the first Interlude, I mean. The rest of it is FAR from being finished anytime soon].

Anyway- enjoy this, and the lack of context that comes with it. It's 1:30am I'm goin' ro bed now :p

[doubleattitude]

24/7 Dance Convention, Denver, CO: RESULTS

High Scores by Age:

Sidekick Solo

1st: Sylvie Win Szyndlar-’Rainbow Connection’

2nd: Ellie Jo Sprague-’Dream A Little Dream’

3rd: Sawyer Pegram-’Born to Entertain’

4th: Emilyne Jordan-’I’m A Lady’

4th: Naomi Harper-’Speechless’

5th: Rilynn St. Clair-’In Love With A Monster’

6th: Hazel Bar-Av Farmer-’I’m A Lady’

7th: Emeri Oliverson-’Wake Me Up’

8th: Miyah Greenlaw-’Lips Are Movin’

Mini Solo

1st: Ellary Day Szyndlar-’Light Gathers’

2nd: Khloe Mroz-’Once Upon A December’

2nd: Ruby Arnold-’Winter’

3rd: Ashton Wullbrandt-’Risk’

4th: London Smith-’Feel My Love’

5th: Brooklyn Ward-’Here I Am’

5th: Raegan Grell-’Reflection’

6th: Breyer Perry-’Enchanted’

7th: Lulu Collaku-’Beautiful Thing’

7th: Kenadie Martin-’Burnin Up’

7th: Shaylynn Burke-’Lost Song’

7th: Julia Giullian-’Not About Angels’

7th: Cornelius Moffitt-’So Playa’

8th: Lauren Dieken-’Dare’

9th: Addison Pitt-’Expensive’

9th: Tryleigh Brendle-’Got It In’

9th: Grace Blakely-’Kick In The Head’

10th: Madelyn Klipfel-’Annie’

10th: Hadley Rathbun-’Edenweiss’

10th: Violet Benton-’Esmeralda’

10th: Kierrah Zander-’Gimmie That’

10th: Gloria Anderson-’Walk The Line’

Junior Solo

1st: Livia Bonnie-’The Absense of You’

2nd: Mariandrea Villegas-’Black Cat’

2nd: Hayley Marshall-’Ink’

3rd: Morgan Foged-’Rapture’

3rd: Tessa Marr-’Stuk’

3rd: Kylie Carter-’The LOOK’

4th: Evie Richard-’Symbol’

4th: Alegra Post-’What If Birds Are Screaming’

5th: Koa Zaugg-’Enter One’

5th: Hailey Jacobson-’Rosalyn’

6th: Gabrielle Elliott-’The Live Experience’

7th: Avery Cannon-’Just Breath’

7th: Brinklee Budge-’Rescue’

7th: Berkeley Bradford-’Sophisticated’

8th: Audrey Perkes-’Applause’

9th: Lexie Lueckeman-’Attitude’

9th: Marius Moffitt-’The Way You Make Me Feel’

10th: Addyson Stucki-’Automation’

10th: Robbie Lenz-’Piano Man’

10th: Berkley Pegram-’You Are The Reason’

Teen Solo

1st: Sofia Andrus-’Numb’

1st: Brielle McCoy-’Twist’

2nd: Lola Iglesias-’Letters from a Traveler’

3rd: Maya Howard-’Telehumo’

3rd: Grace Fry-’What Can I Do?’

4th: Macy Orvis-’Look At Me’

4th: Devon Stutz-’No End to New Memories’

4th: Faith Stoner-’Solids’

4th: Marissa Baker-’The Wheel’

5th: Sophie Tomes-’After He’s Gone’

5th: Phoenix Decker-’Runaround Sue’

5th: Ariana Cunningham-’Touch’

6th: Natalee Burbidge-’Broken Bird’

6th: Abbey Schmidt-’Letters Make No Meaning’

6th: Caitlin Colohan-’Samedi’

6th: Samantha Brock-’Shelter’

7th: Eliane Dean-’Both Sides of the Moon’

7th: Tabor Pegram-’Roll Back’

8th: Campbell Johnson-’Clockworks’

8th: Whitney Tomes-’Don’t You Hate It When’

8th: Taryn Harrah-’Journey of You’

9th: Mackenzie Edelstein-’Medora Variation from Le Corsaire’

9th: Avery Pratt-’Volcano’

10th: Emma Broome-’Death’

10th: Isabella Lopez-’Forever Lullaby’

10th: Baylee Robinson-’When I’m Alone’

Senior Solo

1st: Madi Autry-’A Face I Used to Know’

1st: Mia Maxwell-’Being Alive’

2nd: Brianna Haith-’Alarm’

2nd: Kamryn Funk-’Do Ya?’

2nd: Liesl Brauch-’Grower’

3rd: Maycee Budge-’Footprints’

3rd: Kelsey Keenan-’Hidden Myth’

3rd: Jonah Tran-’?’

4th: Charley Teltschik-’I’m The Bad Guy’

4th: Bronson Dahmer-’Now and Always Here’

4th: Erika Marshall-’Power Throw’

5th: Charlie Macdonald-’Change Gonna Come’

5th: Fatu Martin-’Eden’

5th: Quinn Davis-’Like’

5th: Chloe Terlingen-’No Drums’

5th: Josie Fillmore-’Snowing’

6th: Peyton Winsett-’Distortion’

6th: Joey Armijo-’I Can Mend Your Broken Heart’

6th: Maddie Jeffers-’Punished’

7th: Maggie Oulianova-’Past, Present & Future’

7th: Kendall Schmidt-’Take Me To The River’

8th: Harley Butler-’Defeated Clown’

8th: Dylan Johnston-’Heavenly Day’

9th: Amanda Draney-’Long Is The Day’

9th: Annie Cellar-’Psalm’

10th: Mia Ciotti-’Exile’

10th: Ellie Hoffman-’In The Life of A Rose’

10th: Taya Johnson-’Salem’

10th: Sophia Price-’Shahmaran’

10th: Trip Babcock-’Slip’

Sidekick Duo/Trio

1st: Empire Dance Academy-’Footprints’

2nd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Walking on Sunshine’

3rd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Rainbow’

Mini Duo/Trio

1st: Kemper Dance Academy-’I Put A Spell On You’

1st: The PEAK School of Dance-’Kitri’s Friends’

1st: Kemper Dance Academy-’Move’

2nd: The PEAK School of Dance-’Spice Up Your Life’

3rd: Eagle Rock Dance-’Not About You’

3rd: Eagle Rock Dance-’Something New’

Junior Duo/Trio

1st: True Dance and Company-’Starry Night’

2nd: Premier Dance-’Over The Rainbow’

3rd: Eagle Rock Dance-’Woman Be Wise’

Teen Duo/Trio

1st: Kemper Dance Academy-’Sing’

2nd: True Dance and Company-’Human’

2nd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Plans We Made’

3rd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Where Were From’

Senior Duo/Trio

1st: Studio 444 Performing Arts Academy-’Another Life’

2nd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Hangin’

Sidekick Group

1st: Eagle Rock Dance-’House of Holbein’

2nd: Eagle Rock Dance-’G Slide’

3rd: Eagle Rock Dance-’Prayer’

Mini Group

1st: True Dance and Company-’Doors Are Closing’

1st: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Juice’

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Rain’

2nd: True Dance and Company-’Fly’

3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Pretend’

Junior Group

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Ice Age’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Tambourine’

3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Blind Dance’

Teen Group

1st:

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3rd:

Senior Group

1st:

2nd:

3rd:

Mini Line

1st: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Out of Bounds’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Keep Climbing’

2nd: True Dance and Company-’Mint Chocolate Chip’

3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Sandra Dee’

Junior Line

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Back For More’

1st: True Dance and Company-’Final Moments’

2nd: Sweatshop-’The Sun Will Rise’

3rd: Sweatshop-’Comin In Hot’

Teen Line

1st:

2nd:

3rd:

Senior Line

1st:

2nd:

3rd:

Mini Extended Line

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Sleeping Beauty’

Junior Extended Line

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Divas, Queens and Bees’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Ooh Child’

3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Flood of Everything’

Teen Extended Line

1st:

2nd:

3rd:

Senior Extended Line

1st:

2nd:

Junior Production

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Step In Time’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Let’s Dance’

Teen Production

1st: Kemper Dance Academy-’Flawless’

High Scores by Performance Division:

Sidekick Hip-Hop

1st: Eagle Rock Dance-’G Slide’

Sidekick Lyrical

1st: Eagle Rock Dance-’Prayer’

Sidekick Musical Theatre

Eagle Rock Dance-’House of Holbein’

Mini Jazz

1st: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Juice’ 2nd: True Dance and Company-’Business of Love’ 3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Sandra Dee’

Mini Ballet

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Sleeping Beauty’ 2nd: The PEAK School of Dance-’Pizzicato’

Mini Hip-Hop

1st: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Out of Bounds’ 2nd: True Dance and Company-’Mint Chocolate Chip’ 3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Money’

Mini Tap

1st: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Whip My Hair’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Just Got Paid’ 3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Werk’

Mini Contemporary

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Rain’ 1st: True Dance and Company-’Doors Are Closing’ 2nd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Pretend’ 3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Smile’

Mini Lyrical

1st: True Dance and Company-’Fly’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Keep Climbing’ 3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’I’ll Keep You Safe’

Junior Jazz

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Tambourine’ 2nd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Attention’ 2nd: True Dance and Company-’Black & Gold’ 3rd: Sweatshop-’Rock It’

Junior Hip-Hop

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Divas, Queens and Bees’ 2nd: Sweatshop-’Comin In Hot’ 3rd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Toy Story’

Junior Tap

1st: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Funky Galileo’ 2nd: True Dance and Company-’Art Official’

Junior Contemporary

1st: True Dance and Company-’Final Moments’ 2nd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Blind Dance’ 3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’an ending, a beginning’

Junior Lyrical

1st: Sweatshop-’The Sun Will Rise’ 2nd: True Dance and Company-’Another Time’ 2nd: True Dance and Company-’Almost Heaven’ 2nd: Sweatshop-’Glory’ 3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Give A Little’

Junior Musical Theatre

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Step In Time’ 2nd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Nicest Kids In Town’ 3rd: The PEAK School of Dance-’Day O’

Junior Ballroom

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Sweet Like Cola’

Junior Specialty

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Back For More’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Ice Age’ 3rd: Sweatshop-’Hermetico’

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1st: Kemper Dance Academy-’Turn You to Stone’

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1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’A Wild, Wild Party’

Senior Ballroom

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Smooth’

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11 O’Clock:

Sidekick

Eagle Rock Dance-’House of Holbein’

Mini

Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Rain’

True Dance and Company-’Doors Are Closing’

Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Out of Bounds’

Junior

Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Blind Dance’

Sweatshop-’The Sun Will Rise’

Studio 444 Performing Arts Academy-’Bye Bye Blackbird’

True Dance and Company-’Final Moments’

Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Back For More’

The PEAK School of Dance-’Be Humble’

Kemper Dance Academy-’Toy Story’

Eagle Rock Dance-’Wings’

Teen

Senior

Studio Showcase:

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Franny Robinson HC Infodump #7: More Music Stuff

tw: mentions of psychedelic use (it’s clear it is in moderation but)

Cover Contributions To Tribute or Charity Albums (and other notable covers):

King of the Road: A Tribute to Roger Miller - Franny recorded a cover of The Moon Is High (And So Am I) for the album. There’s a really cute video uploaded on her YouTube channel of her recording the song and she’s playing acoustic guitar and dancing around in place as she sings in several takes. It’s one of the few internet videos where her husband is seen, because sometimes the camera pans to the sound engineer booth when he’s sitting next to Serghei, her go-to sound guy.

She participated on the charity album BBC Children In Need: Got It Covered, since England’s been her home from nearly twenty years now. She sang a slowed down, gentler version of Pat Benatar’s Shadows Of The Night. (inspired by that being a song I vividly remember my mom singing to my siblings and I lmao)

For the album The Music Is You: A John Denver Tribute, Franny sang Rhymes and Reasons.

On a John Prine tribute album released in 2017, Franny and the other half of the duo Dara & Danny, Daniel Maitland, recorded In Spite Of Ourselves for the album.

For a Connie Francis tribute album, Franny sang Where The Boys Are

Franny, along with black country singer Erica James, curated a Charley Pride tribute album, featuring solely country or country-adjacent singers of color. “Charley Pride, when I discovered a black country artist, as an Asian-American growing up in the 80s, that was amazing to me. Because little Cambodian me was like, ‘wow, so you don’t gotta look like Dolly or Willie to love this music.’ Everyone thinks country and bluegrass music is white people shit, but it ain’t. It was always a mix of folks influencin’ it. DeFord Bailey paved the way for Charley Pride, who paved the way for Darius Rucker, who paved the way for Jimmie Allen, Willie Jones, Mickey Guyton, Erica right here, and non-black POC like myself and Dan(iel Maitland). It was such an honor to get to curate this album with Erica. Amazing.” Franny recorded Does My Ring Hurt Your Finger for the album.

On the Tracy Lawrence tribute album Good Ole Days, she recorded As Any Fool Can See with him

She was featured on Brooks & Dunn’s Reboot, recording She’s Not The Cheatin’ Kind

During a SiriusXM session, she sang Gretchen Wilson’s When I Think About Cheatin’, and the performance w/ent viral

On a Leonard Cohen tribute album, she recorded A Thousand Kisses Deep and that cover also became popular

During a Spotify Sessions recording with Seoul Hanoi’d, Franny recorded a cover of Marcy Playground’s Sex & Candy, which also blew up, prompting Seoul Hanoi’d to officially release it on their 2018 album. It was the second of five singles off of the album, and Franny in the music video was Hot ™

During a Spotify Sessions recording as a solo artist, Franny recorded a cover of Kris Kristofferson’s From The Bottle To The Bottom

Khmer Music:

Franny, for the most part, does not record or perform pop music. However, she’s collaborated on tracks with Cambodian pop singers

She writes a lot of songs used in the soundtracks of Khmer tv dramas, and sings a lot of them as well

She’s known as The Soundtrack Queen in Cambodia

In addition to a lot of songs for film and tv, she’s released three albums entirely in Khmer. A jazz album comprised of original songs and Khmer language versions of classic jazz songs; and two in the indie/alternative style of music similar to Seoul Hanoi’d

And she’s recorded Khmer versions of several of her most famous songs

With other Cambodian diaspora musicians, she regularly collaborates on special covers of iconic Khmer 60s and 70s songs

Songwriting

Franny’s even more active as a songwriter than a recording artist. She’s got over 1,000 songwriting credits to her name.

She began writing songs “when I was 11, but they were atrocious, unsalvageable things. The first song I wrote that ever saw the light of day even after heavy edits was first thought up when I was thirteen.”

Franny is openly bisexual and explores that in her songwriting-- however, most of her songs about women or her sexuality that she wrote “pre-2009-ish” she’s scrapped or sold to other artists. Why? “Look, I’ve been married to my husband for almost twenty years now. And that doesn’t make me any less bisexual. But a lot of the songs I’ve written about women are from the perspective of a thirteen through twenty year old me, and at forty, I’m not the best narrator for those stories anymore.They are my lived experiences and my lived feelings, but I want to see how someone actually going through that will take it and interpret it. The songs I write about women loving women now are about characters I make up for the purpose of storytelling so they’re about women closer to my age, it’s about big girl love, not adolescent love.”

Common themes in Franny Sor Robinson songwriting: geography, vivid imagery like she’s showing you a picture of what she’s singing about, Buddhist themes, Christrianity (she’s a Buddhist but grew up in the Bible Belt so she’s very familiar with Christian themes), alliteration

Franny came under a degree of controversy in 2014 with the release of a song called “The Sabbath” because it was a tasteful song about how much she likes sex with her husband after they’ve been apart for a while, and Franny was like “you know you’d think the pearl-clutchin’ folks would be glad I practically worship my husband, but I forgot women ain’t supposed to actually enjoy sex.”

She's written another really sweet song about making love with her husband that did Not get hate because it was Acceptable TM and pretty romantic actually. Think along the lines of Josh Turner's Your Man or Dierks Bentley's Come A Little Closer. Songs deff about how they wanna get down but sweet.

After Franny retweet a clip of that Tyler Childers song in 2019 with the caption “big relate”, she was asked in a tweet if a follow up to The Sabbath was in the cards. Franny replied with “there’s a demo recorded for a song I wrote about six years back and that’s that on that.” Yes, Franny Sor Robinson indeed has written a song about masturbation. She’s performed the song live a few times, however, it is still unreleased officially

Franny’s written songs with lyrics alluding to her family’s experiences under the Khmer Rouge and escaping and resettling around the world, she cleverly hides them among her albums so people accidentally digest some education

Cornelius is the well-documented muse for “every love song I’ve written that I don’t specify in the album notes or an interview is written about a character. My husband is the love of my life and had given me twenty years and counting of great material to write about.”,

Franny’s been on both ends of this story. In 2019, a song Franny wrote but didn’t record became a smash pop hit after she and her producer sent it around to other producers. They recorded Franny’s demo in mid-2017 and they and the bigger pop producer that worked on the song with them listened to over 20 demos of the song until they found the right person to sing it.

And in 2013, Franny got a huge boost to her fame when she was the featured vocalist on a pop song that became a global smash hit. Franny doesn’t typically do like...super top 40 pop type music, but she liked the song so when her agent suggested she record a demo for it and send it back to the producer looking, she was like “sure, okay” and then was absolutely surprised that they chose her over some of the names she knew also recorded demos for the song.

Misc. Music facts

In 2019, a group of NYU students (where she did her undergrad) made a Franny Sor Robinson tribute album project; the majority of the students were Asian students in the university’s music programs who cite her as a big inspiration for them pursuing music. She 100% cried

For the Netflix show Just Trust Me that she co executive-produces, Franny is also one of the people who soundtrack the show

In 2020, to celebrate the 10 Year Anniversary of her biggest solo album’s release, she pulled a The Story And Cover Stories (we stan Brandi Carlile) where it was re-released along with cover versions of each song by other artists including some of Franny’s biggest living musical influences. All proceeds for the album were donated to Cambodian Living Arts.

Franny has openly admitted in interviews to using mushrooms, LSD, and DMT before in songwriting sessions. Her stance is Kacey Musgraves’ stance. Franny quote from 2019, “Used responsibly, I think psychedelics are a worthwhile experience to have. But safety and education are key. I truly don’t believe they are party drugs. Psychedelics aren’t a party, they’re a deeply spiritual and philosophical journey.”

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• Allen: Did you ever see Harry Smith's Folkways? Three volume, two records each, three box, two records each, American folk music? Beck: Yeah, seen it. Allen:  Ever heard it? Beck: Yeah, it's just a collection of a lot of the field recordings... Allen: But annotated, and actually a collection of his old 78s. Put together for Folkways, so it has some very early musicians. Uh, Texas Alexander, Richard "Rabbit" Brown. [sings:] things ain't now nothing like they used to be, things ain't now nothing like they used to be. I'd have a much better time but the girls now are so hard to please. I'll give you  sugar for sugar, but you'll get salt for salt. I'll give you sugar for sugar, but you'll get salt for salt. Baby you don't love me, you won't get nuthin' at all. Some time I think that you're too sweet to die, sometime I think that you're too sweet to die. Other time I think you oughta be buried alive. There's a whole great anthology. Beck:  That's what I love about the Blues. That a lot of those refrains were spread out in  a lot of different people's songs. A lot of the songs that different people have, they would take verses from different things, assemble them with.... Allen: Dylan took "Don't the moon look good shinin' through the trees" He took that from Charley Patton. Beck: Right. It's almost like you can't take those, though. They just sort of become a part of you and then they just come out. That's happened to me a few times.  I've done that a few times. This girl one time came up and said, that's from this song, and that's from Bug Spinners. It just becomes unconscious if you're playing that music long enough. • Backstage Lollapalooza AG & Beck Randall’s Island  7/29/95 photographer unknown • #Beck #allenginsberg #lollapalooza #harrysmith #charleypatton #RichardRabbitBrown #smithsonianfolkways #folkways #blues #deltablues #americanfolkmusic #folkmusic #bobdylan (at Randall's Island) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCMUGfZBvCd/?igshid=154k3rrbza9u1

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Rejected BroadwayCon Panels

Did Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney Fuck?

Featuring a panel of seventeen experts in the fields of Sex Psychology, Stage Sexuality, Eroto-Cosmetology, Knifeplay in Mid-19th Century London, Feminist Cannibalism Studies, 1970’s Angela Lansbury, The Sensuality of Bertolt Brecht, and BDSM (By-the-sea Domination in Sondheim Musicals). The legendary Dr. Ruth moderates.

Tony Kushner Speaks

What’s he going to say? We don’t know! We can’t predict where Tony Kushner's train of thought will take us or how long we’ll be on the ride, but we know it’ll be a real treat.

First Look: The Secret History

Ambitious, wide-eyed Californian Richard Papen flees from the sunshiney state of California to pursue his passion: the classics. He is whisked away into a group of handsome, mysterious academics who become like family to him...but one wild party will change their lives forever. Starring Ben Platt as Richard Papen, Lee Pace as Henry Winter, Jon Groff as Bunny Corcoran, Andrew Garfield with red hair as Francis Abernathy, Nic Rouleau as Charles Macaulay, and any woman as Camilla Macaulay. Music and lyrics by Benj Pasek & Justin Paul.

Articulating Your Mental And Emotional Crises Without Using Sondheim Lyrics

Sometimes (hopefully not often), you might talk to someone who won’t know what you mean when you say “My mind is reeling with betrayal like Charley Kringas during Franklin Shepard Inc.” In this class, learn how to assign normal-people words to your feelings, such as “disillusionment,” “dejection,” “despair,” “regret,” “remorse,” “resentment,” “ennui,” “a cold cavern where most people have love, and the chilly breeze that whispers through the emptiness.” Hosted by Rachel Bloom.

Who’s-ie That Newsie?

A crash course in differentiating the dozens of leaping boys in identical outfits and the actors who play them so that you know what your children are talking about. (One of them is Crutchie, and another one is Jeremy Jordan.)

Acting Seminar: The RSL Method

Learn acting techniques such as “authentic stammering” and “standing with your hands on your hips.”

If You Love Hamilton, You’ll Love…

If you’re all finished with Hamilton (as if!), come discover other history-based musicals that are just as zazzy and accessible as Lin-Manuel Miranda’s hit show: Assassins, Parade, The Scottsboro Boys, and Rags.

First Look: Kirby and Furby

Stoke your sad 90’s nostalgia with the touching romance between two round puff creatures, and get a sneak peak at the 40-foot animatronic Furby puppet that takes 97 stagehands to control. Music and lyrics by Frank Wildhorn.

Ranting RENT

Is RENT your favorite musical ever? Is RENT your least favorite musical ever? Do you find RENT flawed, but you can’t underestimate its impact and find the backlash against it just as overblown as the hype? Do you wish everyone would stop talking about RENT? This panel is for you!

Wicked!

A meet-up for fans from Boston.

First Look: Adulterer? I ‘ardly Knew ‘er!

Jason Robert Brown’s new musical comedy about an unspeakably talented rogue who cheats on his wife and riffs on pianos. Featuring Hugh Jackman’s long-awaited return to Broadway.

Chess

Learn how to play the hit board game based on Tim Rice and ABBA’s hit show (that also makes an appearance in Falsettos).

First Look: Bunuel

Just kidding.

Disn Don Bluth Sing-Along

Come sing songs from your favorite childhood animated films from a less litigious corporation. “The Land Before Time” had a lot of bangers. Jam out to whatever was going on in “Rock-a-Doodle.” Did “The Secret of NIMH” have songs? And a whole lot of “Anastasia!”

Higgins & Pickering & Charley & Frank: Making the Subtext Textual

Best Side Story

Fans vote on their favorite subplots, whether it’s Cordelia’s journey as a caterer in Falsettos, Arpad’s growing ambition in She Loves Me, or Mr. Doolittle’s accidental and unwanted rise to middle-class morality in My Fair Lady.

“Chase The Moon Across America”

Thirty-six students from NYU Tisch sit on a semi-darkened stage and recite the “Night Flight to San Francisco” monologue in perfect, creepy unison.

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Books I’ve Read: 2006-2019

Alexie, Sherman - Flight

Anderson, Joan - A Second Journey

                          - An Unfinished Marriage

                          - A Walk on the Beach

                          - A Year By The Sea

Anshaw, Carol - Carry the One

Auden, W.H. - The Selected Poems of W.H. Auden

Austen, Jane - Pride and Prejudice

Bach, Richard - Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Bear, Donald R - Words Their Way

Berg, Elizabeth - Open House

Bly, Nellie - Ten Days in a Madhouse

Bradbury, Ray - Fahrenheit 451

                        - The Martian Chronicles

Brooks, David - The Road to Character

Brooks, Geraldine - Caleb’s Crossing

Brown, Dan - The Da Vinci Code

Bryson, Bill - The Lost Continent

Burnett, Frances Hodgson - The Secret Garden

Buscaglia, Leo - Bus 9 to Paradise

                         - Living, Loving & Learning

                         - Personhood

                         - Seven Stories of Christmas Love

Byrne, Rhonda - The Secret

Carlson, Richard - Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff

Carson, Rachel - The Sense of Wonder

                          - Silent Spring

Cervantes, Miguel de - Don Quixote

Cherry, Lynne - The Greek Kapok Tree

Chopin, Karen - The Awakening

Clurman, Harold - The Fervent Years: The Group Theatre & the 30s

Coelho, Paulo -  Adultery

                           The Alchemist

Conklin, Tara - The Last Romantics

Conroy, Pat - Beach Music

                    - The Death of Santini: The Story of a Father and His Son

                    - The Great Santini

                    - The Lords of Discipline

                    - The Prince of Tides

                    - The Water is Wide

Corelli, Marie - A Romance of Two Worlds

Delderfield, R.F. - To Serve Them All My Days

Dempsey, Janet - Washington’s Last Contonment: High Time for a Peace

Dewey, John - Experience and Education

Dickens, Charles - A Christmas Carol

                             - Great Expectations

                             - A Tale of Two Cities

Didion, Joan - The Year of Magical Thinking

Disraeli, Benjamin - Sybil

Doctorow, E.L. - Andrew’s Brain

                         - Ragtime

Doerr, Anthony - All the Light We Cannot See

Dreiser, Theodore - Sister Carrie 

Dyer, Wayne - Change Your Thoughts, Change Your Life

                     - The Power of Intention

                     - Your Erroneous Zones

Edwards, Kim - The Memory Keeper’s Daughter

Ellis, Joseph J. - His Excellency: George Washington

Ellison, Ralph - The Invisible Man

Emerson, Ralph Waldo - Essays and Lectures

Felkner, Donald W. - Building Positive Self Concepts

Fergus, Jim - One Thousand White Women

Flynn, Gillian - Gone Girl

Follett, Ken - Pillars of the Earth

Frank, Anne - The Diary of a Young Girl

Freud, Sigmund - The Interpretation of Dreams

Frey, James - A Million Little Pieces

Fromm, Erich - The Art of Loving

                       - Escape from Freedom

Fulghum, Robert - All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

Fuller, Alexandra - Leaving Before the Rains Come

Garield, David - The Actors Studion: A Player’s Place

Gates, Melinda - The Moment of Lift

Gibran, Kahlil - The Prophet

Gilbert, Elizabeth - Eat, Pray, Love

                            - The Last American Man

                            - The Signature of All Things

Ginsburg, Ruth Bader - My Own Words

Girzone, Joseph F, - Joshua

                               - Joshua and the Children

Gladwell, Malcom - Blink

                              - David and Goliath

                              - Outliers

                              - The Tipping Point

                              - Talking to Strangers

Glass, Julia - Three Junes

Goodall, Jane - Reason for Hope

Goodwin, Doris Kearnes - Team of Rivals

Graham, Steve - Best Practices in Writing Instruction

Gray, John - Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus

Groom, Winston - Forrest Gump

Gruen, Sarah - Water for Elephants

Hannah, Kristin - The Great Alone

                          - The Nightingale

Harvey, Stephanie and Anne Goudvis - Strategies That Work

Hawkins, Paula - The Girl on the Train

Hedges, Chris - Empire of Illusion

Hellman, Lillian - Maybe

                         - Pentimento

Hemingway - Ernest - A Moveable Feast

Hendrix, Harville - Getting the Love You Want

Hesse, Hermann - Demian

                            - Narcissus and Goldmund

                            - Peter Camenzind

                            - Siddhartha

                            - Steppenwolf

Hilderbrand, Elin - The Beach Club

Hitchens, Christopher - God is Not Great

Hoffman, Abbie - Soon to be a Major Motion Picture 

                          - Steal This Book

Holt, John - How Children Fail

                  - How Children Learn

                 - Learning All the Time

                 - Never Too Late

Hopkins, Joseph - The American Transcendentalist

Horney, Karen - Feminine Psychology

                        - Neurosis and Human Growth

                        - The Neurotic Personality of Our Time

                        - New Ways in Psychoanalysis

                        - Our Inner Conflicts

                        - Self Analysis

Hosseini, Khaled - The Kite Runner

Hoover, John J, Leonard M. Baca, Janette K. Klingner - Why Do English Learners Struggle with Reading?

Janouch, Gustav - Conversations with Kafka

Jefferson, Thomas - Crusade Against Ignorance

Jong, Erica - Fear of Dying

Joyce, Rachel - The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy

                       - The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry

Kafka, Franz - Amerika

                      - Metamophosis

                      - The Trial     

Kallos, Stephanie - Broken For You  

Kazantzakis, Nikos - Zorba the Greek

Keaton, Diane - Then Again

Kelly, Martha Hall - The Lilac Girls

Keyes, Daniel - Flowers for Algernon

King, Steven - On Writing

Kornfield, Jack - Bringing Home the Dharma

Kraft, Herbert - The Indians of Lenapehoking - The Lenape or Delaware Indians: The Original People of NJ, Southeastern New York State, Eastern Pennsylvania, Northern Delaware and Parts of Western Connecticut

Kundera, Milan - The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Lacayo, Richard - Native Son

Lamott, Anne - Bird by Bird

                         Word by Word

L’Engle, Madeleine - A Wrinkle in Time

Lahiri, Jhumpa - The Namesake

Lappe, Frances Moore - Diet for a Small Planet

Lee, Harper - To Kill a Mockingbird

Lems, Kristin et al  - Building Literacy with English Language Learners

Lewis, Sinclair - Main Street

London, Jack - The Call of the Wild

Lowry, Lois - The Giver

Mander, Jerry - Four Arguments for the Elimination of Television

Marks, John D. - The Search for the Manchurian Candidate: The CIA and Mind         Control

Martel, Yann - Life of Pi

Maslow, Abraham - The Farther Reaches of Human Nature

                              - Motivation and Personality

                              - Religions, Values, and Peak Experiences

                             - Toward a Psychology of Being��                           

Maugham. W. Somerset - Of Human Bondage

                                        - Christmas Holiday

Maurier, Daphne du - Rebecca

Mayes, Frances - Under the Tuscan Sun

Mayle, Peter - A Year in Provence

McCourt, Frank - Angela’s Ashes

                          - Teacher man

McCullough, David - 1776

                                - Brave Companions

McEwan, Ian - Atonement

                      - Saturday

McLaughlin, Emma - The Nanny Diaries

McLuhan, Marshall - Understanding Media: The Extensions of Man

Meissner, Susan - The Fall of Marigolds

Millman, Dan - Way of the Peaceful Warrior

Moehringer, J.R. - The Tender Bar

Moon, Elizabeth - The Speed of Dark

Moriarty, Liane - The Husband’s Sister

                         - The Last Anniversary

                         - What Alice Forgot

Mortenson, Greg - Three Cups of Tea

Moyes, Jo Jo - One Plus One

                       - Me Before You 

Ng, Celeste - Little Fires Everywhere

Neill, A.S. - Summerhill

Noah, Trevor - Born a Crime

O’Dell, Scott - Island of the Blue Dolphins

Offerman, Nick - Gumption

O’Neill, Eugene - Long Day’s Journey Into Night

                            A Touch of the Poet

Orwell, George - Animal Farm

Owens, Delia - Where the Crawdads Sing

Paulus, Trina - Hope for the Flowers

Pausch, Randy - The Last Lecture

Patchett, Ann - The Dutch House

Peck, Scott M. - The Road Less Traveled

                         - The Road Less Traveled and Beyond

Paterson, Katherine - Bridge to Teribithia

Picoult, Jodi - My Sister’s Keeper

Pirsig, Robert - Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Puzo, Mario - The Godfather

Quindlen, Anna - Black and Blue

Radish, Kris - Annie Freeman’s Fabulous Traveling Funeral

Redfield, James - The Celestine Prophecy

Rickert, Mary - The Memory Garden

Rogers, Carl - On Becoming a Person

Ruiz, Miguel - The Fifth Agreement

                     - The Four Agreements

                     - The Mastery of Love

Rum, Etaf - A Woman is No Man

Saint-Exupery, Antoine de - The Little Prince

Salinger, J.D. - Catcher in the Rye

Schumacher, E.F. - Small is Beautiful

Sebold, Alice - The Almost Moon

                       - The Lovely Bones

Shaffer, Mary Ann and Anne Barrows - The Gurnsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

Shakespeare, William - Alls Well That Ends Well

                                   - Much Ado About Nothing

                                   - Romeo and Juliet

                                   - The Sonnets

                                   - The Taming of the Shrew

                                   - Twelfth Night

                                   - Two Gentlemen of Verona

Sides, Hampton - Hellhound on his Trail: The Stalking of Martin Luther King, Jr. and the International Hunt for His Assassin

Silverstein, Shel - The Giving Tree

Skinner, B.F. - About Behaviorism

Smith, Betty - A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Snyder, Zilpha Keatley - The Velvet Room

Spinelli, Jerry - Loser

Spolin, Viola - Improvisation for the Theater

Stanislavski, Constantin - An Actor Prepares

Stedman, M.L. - The Light Between Oceans

Steinbeck, John - Travels with Charley

Steiner, Peter - The Terrorist

Stockett, Kathryn - The Help

Strayer, Cheryl - Wild

Streatfeild, Dominic - Brainwash

Strout, Elizabeth - My Name is Lucy Barton

Tartt, Donna - The Goldfinch

Taylor, Kathleen - Brainwashing: The Science of Thought Control

Thomas, Matthew - We Are Not Ourselves

Thoreau, Henry David - Walden

Tolle, Eckhart - A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose

                      - The Power of Now

Towles, Amor - A Gentleman in Moscow

                       - Rules of Civility

Tracey, Diane and Lesley Morrow - Lenses on Reading

Traub, Nina - Recipe for Reading

Tzu, Lao - Tao Te Ching

United States Congress - Project MKULTRA, the CIA's program of research in behavioral modification: Joint hearing before the Select Committee on Intelligence and the ... Congress, first session, August 3, 1977

Van Allsburg, Chris - Just a Dream

                                - Polar Express

                                - Sweet Dreams

                                - Stranger

                                - Two Bad Ants

Walker, Alice - The Color Purple

Waller, Robert James - Bridges of Madison County

Warren, Elizabeth - A Fighting Chance

Waugh, Evelyn - Brideshead Revisited

Weir, Andy - The Martian

Weinstein, Harvey M. - Father, Son and CIA

Welles, Rebecca - The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood

Westover, Tara - Educated

White, E.B. - Charlotte’s Web

Wilde, Oscar - The Picture of Dorien Gray

Wolfe, Tom - I Am Charlotte Simmons

Wolitzer, Meg - The Female Persuasion

Woolf, Virginia - Mrs. Dalloway

Zevin, Gabrielle - The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry

Zusak, Marcus - The Book Thief