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Journey around my room.

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Gory Plaster Figurine by Blake Bevans

Rachel stumbled upon a macabre discovery. Her fingers brushed against a tiny figurine, a grotesque bust of a man, imprisoned within its own torment. Puff fabric paint coated the figure's arms, resembling oozing blood that sent shivers down Rachel's spine.

Intrigued by the eerie allure of the figurine, a sinister energy permeated the air, suffocating her every breath. The figurine's pained expression, with its glittered hair and purple-painted beard, seemed to come alive, its screams echoing in Rachel's nightmares. Behind the cursed figurine hung an imposing abstract painting, a chaotic blend of fabric puff paints, iridescent acrylics, and ethereal materials. The twisted combination of fabrics, holographic plastic, and tulle created a disconcerting backdrop, an otherworldly portal for something sinister to emerge.

Suddenly and without warning, the figurine fell to pieces, its shattered fragments releasing a blood-curdling wail, before dissipating into nothingness. Odorless speckles flew out of the statue, as the dust settled, Rachel surveyed the remnants of her ordeal. The abstract painting, once a portal to darkness, now exuded an eerie calmness. The green lighting gradually faded, restoring the space to its former natural state. She had gotten help from something beyond this realm, and she felt it. She sighed, smiled and kicked a piece of plaster and walked out.

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JUST MY LUCK (2006)

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Conversation with a Native Son: Maya Angelou and James Baldwin

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THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING (2001) dir. Peter Jackson

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I tried to change, closed my mouth more, tried to be soft, prettier, less awake. Fasted for sixty days, wore white, abstained from mirrors. Abstained from sex, slowly did not speak another word. In that time my hair I grew past my ankles. I slept on a mat on a floor.I swallowed a sword, I levitated into the basement… I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet. I threw myself in a volcano. I drank the blood and drank the wine… But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know Are you cheating on me?