Apr 5, 2025
Perhaps the greatest lesson for us to confront globally results from not grasping that the spiritual lives within the physical, that the earth is a sentient, spiritual being.
—Marcus Mason
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Perhaps the greatest lesson for us to confront globally results from not grasping that the spiritual lives within the physical, that the earth is a sentient, spiritual being.
—Marcus Mason
WIP Wednesday
“HEY, WE’RE COMING!” Marty’s voice suddenly trumpeted from behind them again with disturbing reliability. Caught in the network of pipe and the hollow dome of the cathedral, it seemed to echo crazily from all around them. He was laughing and howling now, the last shred of any remaining sanity clearly gone the way of the enormous bird. “ME AN’ MARCUS! WE’RE COMING TO GET YOU LITTLE PUNKS! COMING TO MOTHERFUCKING KILL YOU!”
“G-G-G-GET OH-OUT!” Fred shouted back with odd grace. “G-G-GET OUT, M-MARTY! W-WHILE YOU SUH-STILL CAN!”
There was no answer but an inarticulate scream. Marty’s ragged breathing and heavy footfalls grew louder, his pursuit now inheriting the slavering quality of an enormous rabid dog - or, FP thought, a teenage wolfman in a letterman sweater from whose sleeves puffed great ham-sized hands. He understood the threat of Marty then: he was mortal, real, absolutely insane. They could beat It with faith, with magic, with the talismans and protections of childhood, but courage would not work on Marty, nor belief, nor sincerity. He was too stupid.
And Moose’s dad is now on my shit list.
This town is a damn mess.
Thanks Marcus! Great shots from Friday's show!
Photos courtesy of Marcus Mason
marcusmayhem.com