Tag: Inner Beings
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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…
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The Sound of the Tombervilles
They say that in space, no-one can hear you scream. They presume we know they are referring to the space ‘up there’… outer space. What they don’t refer to is the space between my ears, the other space up there, where no-one can hear you scream. That’s right, the space between my ears is so…
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MTness
Mona Thomasina, that is! From Splodge and Splatter, my other blog. Yes, the enigmatic beauty returns… although she has changed a little since this portrait was crafted. (Another image test post; Thomasina and the other Inners aren’t currently penned for a return just yet!)
The Mansionic Perspective 