Tag: Inner Beings
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A Mansion Groans
Thomasina stretched in bed and, with a gentle sigh, opened her eyes. Her neck felt a little stiff down the right-hand side, which made her stretch further. She noticed something odd brush against her hands as she brought her arms up to stretch for a third time, then decided to get up out of bed.…
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The Art of Halloween
It’s all about the colours. The lighting. The expressions. Something moody to capture the moment. But wait! I’ts not all doom and golom. What? I’ts not all doom and golom. Fingers!? What are you typing about? Hlwolaeen. It dn’esot hvae to bc==be golomy. Golomy! 🙄 Thta’s waht I siad. It dseo’nt hvae to be. Tkae…
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Thomasina’s Vigil
Thomasina has been at it again… posing for another classic looking painting. This time, it’s the turn of Valkyrie’s Vigil, by Edward Robert Hughes. Here’s how the original painting looks: No artwork is safe, where Thomasina’s concerned. Flattery is the best form of imitation, as she likes to think.
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Fingers’ Piano Concerto Number A in Z Flat
Music. Not one of my better subjects. My Inner Typist, Fingers, has other ideas, however, and sees himself as the veritable virtuoso. His fingers run across those virtual keys like nobody’s business. Granted, he plays like he types, but to my untrained ear, he creates sounds. A lot of them. Settle back, I plead with…
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The Petrification of Fingers
Fisrt he was arifad, he was ptfeierid. He spnet so mnay ngihts wderniong why it wnet so wnorg. So he tpyed snortg. And leerand to witre anlog. And he was bcak. Form Iennr Scape. He jsut tpyed wohtuit a sputid look upon his fcae. He dd’nit need to chnage the look, he d’ndit eevn hvae…
The Mansionic Perspective 