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  • Never Come Back — Kas Product

    30Oct26 | 10.25 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 261030.1025

    I’m not sure how this band escaped my attention back in the early 80s. There were on the very early side of this particular sound, so maybe that’s why.

    A stumble on, check them out if you are interested in French electropunk (song is in English).

    A product, an image
    Conception of the business
    Identify yourself to be a perfect mistress
    A model to follow
    A video on the screen
    You can bluff the world
    when everyday is Halloween!

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    electropunk, kas product

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  • everything falls apart — a serial

    30Oct26 | 08.42 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 261030.0842
    Photo by Sergei Vasilenko on Unsplash, design by michael raven

    AUTHOR’S NOTE and EARLY CONCEPTS

    TOC


    [Aug 10, 10:58] Messages — Nils

    Alice · 10:58
    U came home late
    and left early without saying goodbye
    Where r u?

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    Minneapolis, salvage fiction, serial fiction, serialized fiction, Twin Cities, urbex

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  • Story time with Jolene

    30Oct26 | 07.24 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 261030.0724

    I was not terribly enthused to begin my workday, so I jotted this down instead.

    I hadn’t intended for it to end up being Halloween-themed. That was sheer accident.

    Details of the challenge on the jump; otherwise, read it below and throw sharp objects at me when you are done for having wasted two minutes or less of your life when you could be doing something with those chair legs instead.

    It’s story time!

    It’s not easy being an insomniac in the best of times.

    These are not the best of times.

    While everyone was looking the other direction — alien invasions, zombie apocalypse, the threat of AI annihilation — the vampires were quietly working in the shadows. Literally.

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    flash fiction, halloween, jolene rice prompt

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    fiction
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  • Guess I’m Stuck in the Dark — Heartworms

    29Oct26 | 13.25 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 261029.1325

    Just uploaded a few days ago.

    If I haven’t said it enough before, I just wanted to point out that I can’t explain quite what it is about Jojo Orme (aka Heartworms), but I really-really like her vibe and music. It very much has the feel of the 80s music scene with a modern twist that I can’t quite put my finger on.

    Of course, her rendition of Dominion (Sisters of Mercy) sealed the deal for me. While far from my favorite Sisters song, I quite enjoyed hearing her new take on it. But Chris turned me onto her sound before that, so I was already halfway there.

    Warning: here be bugs.

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    heartworms

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  • birdshit — 29oct26

    29Oct26 | 09.52 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 261029.0952
    old skull pillow
    laying in a fallow field —
    two drunks, whiskey road

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    birdshit, micropoetry, not-haiku haiku

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  • On carrying wooden swords

    29Oct26 | 08.48 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 261029.0848

    1435 FORTY-SECOND YEAR, EIKYŌ SEVEN
    WOOD’S YOUNGER BROTHER, THE HARE

    Ikkyū spent some time down in Izumi [Sakai]. Whenever he went out in the city streets, he took along a wooden sword. As he walked, he rapped his fingers on its hilt.

    The townspeople argued with him saying, ‘The virtue of a sword is killing. What use does a monk have for one?’

    He replied, ‘You don’t know it yet, but these days the world is full of a false wisdom that is just like this wooden sword. As long as it is kept in the scabbard, it looks as good as a real blade, but if it is drawn out from the scabbard, it is seen to be only a sliver of wood. It cannot even kill people—much less make them live.’

    — Sanford, Zen-Man Ikkyū, pp. 91–92.

    Part of the reason I am not a serious practitioner of Zen is the number of props that someone being serious about Zen seems to require. Incense, robes, zafu and zabuton, chimes and gongs, and whatnot, along with a meditation space and a shrine (if you lean that way), blank walls to limit distraction…

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    birdshit, Ikkyū, zen not zen

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    junk drawer
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  • reblog: Be careful what you wish for (part VIII)

    29Oct26 | 07.24 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 261029.0724

    Links to the earlier parts of this collaborative tale written with Jolene Rice can be found: Part I, Part II, Parts III & IV, Part V, Part VI, and Part VII

    Someone finds a rat.

    Be careful what you wish for 

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    collaboration, fiction, other writers, reblog

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  • birdshit — 28oct26

    28Oct26 | 21.57 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 261028.2157
    fly-specked windowpane
    autumn brings no lavish feasts —
    web catches only sun

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    birdshit, micropoetry, not-haiku haiku

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  • everything falls apart — a serial

    28Oct26 | 07.30 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 261028.0730
    Photo by Sergei Vasilenko on Unsplash, design by michael raven

    AUTHOR’S NOTE and EARLY CONCEPTS

    TOC


    [Mar 10] Drive — March 14, 1997

    [Note: The following email printed to PDF was discovered in a Drive folder on Alice’s phone named “Kyle”.]


    Alice Donovan <Alice.Donovan.73@[withheld].com>
    Fw: Re: Funeral (fwd)
    1 message
    
                 ---
    
    WhiteRabbit.73 <WhiteRabbit.73@[withheld].com>
    Sun, May 21, 2006 at 9:42 PM
    To: Alice.Donovan.73@[withheld].com
    
    ----Original Message Follows----
    
    From: DonovanA01@[withheld].edu
    To: WhiteRabbit.73@[withheld].com
    Subject: Re: Funeral (fwd)
    Date: Sun, 18 May 1997 16:12:07 -0500 (CDT)
    
    ---------- Forwarded message ----------
    
    Date: Wed, 19 Mar 1997 19:49:31 -0600 (CST)
    From: GrendelTC@[withheld].com
    To: DonovanA01@[withheld].edu
    Subject: Re: Funeral

    Al—

    Sorry about the delay in responding (not about missing out on the funeral, though). Tommy was out of town on business and I didn’t want to bother his fiancee just to hear “You’ve got mail!”

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  • birdshit — 27oct26

    27Oct26 | 10.30 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 261027.1030
    we laugh, fool & crow,
    did we forget to forget?
    — frost breath in the morn

    For Ikkyū.

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    birdshit, micropoetry, not-haiku haiku

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