Sunday, May 27, 2007
Gallowmere: Back from the undead
Welcome to the new and improved telecommunicational teleportal of the realm of Gallowmere. To the limited bunch privy of the old realm of Gallowmere you can rest assured that I am not resting in pieces. I am very alive, contrary to the highly popular rumour. And Gallowmere was not swept under the sea to become a myth and mystery or mythtery to mankind. No, my gallow land was merely suffering from a few setbacks, an intellectual economic crisis. I spent the last damn near half a year consulting various shady figures in trying to get my nation out of this little dilly of a dally. Of course, the shadiest character was the one to save my intellectually destitute land. The prince of darkness himself came and cast an enormous shadow over my land as he gave it its renovations. It took a while for the shadows to clear, for the fogs and bogs to become visible again, to be able to see the roadkill bunnies having their guts eaten out by crows, but now the land is as wonderful as ever. May I say, even more wonderful than before. As if somebody replaced the bottle of sulphuric acid I quaff every night before bed with arsenic. The leaves on the trees are browner and the rusty needles carpeting the lawn have never looked dimmer. The simultaneous sound of weeping and laughter of little girls skipping along meadows of razor wire warms my shriveled little heart. Listen closely and you can hear the townsmen sharpening guillotines for their young sons. Everything is so much better now that the shadows have finally cleared, and Gallowmere has finally reared. A few little clouds of darkness can be seen lurking around in places, much like the residue of any unpleasant, unwanted substance. But I have sort of grown used to them. I have sort of come to accept them as part of the land.
Please make yourself at home, you will be treated as terribly as any other resident, I promise. What is there to look forward to living here? News of my writing career or lack-there-of, random thoughts musings and brain farts wandering around in my empty chasm of a head, non-academic essays on areas that peak my interest, reviews of uninteresting things that interest me, and some anecdotal antidotes. Stay tuned for an abundance of aberrance. All here in the realm of Gallowmere!
