#theremina

[theremina]

[corgifish]

i did track art for hexane volume 6! it was really fun working on this!

[stabbedslick]

jackpot babe!

[theremina]

Proof of life from Harry Potter’s (non-TERFy) trekkie mom. Not gay as in Dumbledore but queer as in “SPOCK YOU” Hi, Tumblr. Miss you. Dunno if I’ll be back around much, but I did want to make my enduring fondness known. xoxo
Mer

[theremina]

step to the mic oh mother may I, mother, mayday, ursa major, mother dear step to the mic oh let there be more light. let there be more light. still here. still here. still here to see more light, oh, let there be more light linked up hooked in strapped down locked and loaded tactile time machine mega mega white hot cool thing via multiverse channels to several separate places and experiences, simultaneously everything, all at once, forever, sing th'faith healers. life, in fits and spurts. Tits and talons to the wind and shedding skin. let there be more light. let there be more light. let there be life. raucous life, rocking back on bristling haunches. life, gathered in a tight and coiling spiral before springing forward, form from void, and she’s seated high on its back, high as a mountain, high as a harpy, hair like a storm cloud, tiny balled fists buried in the mane of life, pounding gallop, howling endless climax, and along the column of her spine, from sex to belly to heart to skull, a flare of foxfire brackets, a racket of ecstatic relief. let no man tell you they own the light. let no soul choke you out with chain, let no sick revenant wind sackcloth between your teeth. let nothing staunch the bleed of light. It’s time, it’s time, it’s time to detonate. a timeless shining dawn for hatching, healing. altogether everything is wreathed in mist. neural pathways all lit up, runaway runways, silver lilac filigreed filaments branching out, lichtenberg lace, coronium cobwebs against deep, plush, writhing darkness. straddle the rising wind, lap the gorge, cumulonimbusing, coax milk from aching birches, squeezing ommatidia between shuddering knees, drawing drones up and in, to see, to see, with a stag hag’s cackle the better to be with you my dears, to see more light, oh, let this be a reckoning and everywhere is bursting with vines, crawling with crooked ribbons of sunshine and swiftly rising rivers, all winged and thorned and branching, a fractal effort of antlers, scales, ferns, quills, undulating capes of upturned centipedes, uprooted cakes of clay, gasping raw cicadas, and sighing beds of moss. feathers, claws, and clots of fur flying, eruptions of scent and sound. bright tender verdant-ness, all blooming, rippling, all awake and glittering, big and dipping, oh my stars and flying saucers. oh web of life, oh grid of earth, oh circuit board of Every Little Thing, writhe, rise, writhe, rise, rise, rise, to join the light step to the mic, mother may day. let the prodigal song rumble as it rings, let it bring a reckoning cascade, let ‘er rip, with a deep and loamy sound, as of the earth cracking open like a giant set of ribs, as of a phoenix blasting off from the Venus mound. let love shimmer on the tongue like the charred and steaming aftertaste of lightning. eyes rolling back, throat opening, claws clutching air, oh, let me see more light. yes, let there be more light. let there be more light. let there be more light. let me see more light. I live, I live, I live, I live another day, to see more light.

[theremina]

"When we forgive evil we do not excuse it, we do not tolerate it, we do not smother it. We look the evil full in the face, call it what it is, let its horror shock and stun and enrage us, and only then do we forgive it." Lewis B. Smedes #theremina #theparlourtrick (at Oakland, California)

[theremina]

We did it.

Got her prepped and airborne by Inauguration Day.

We made the go-juice go.

She tastes like freedom.

Fly with us?

Product Description:

The Harpy of ancient Greek mythology is defined as a fearsome creature; part woman, and part bird, who thirsts for vengeance. Various tales describe how harpies would descend in screeching flocks to snatch up evildoers in their talons and deliver them, begging for mercy, to the merciless Furies. For several centuries, "Harpy" has remained a popular slang term, used to describe a particularly nasty or contentious woman.

These beautiful terrors are the inspiration for HARPYCORPS, a monstrous feminist art rage alliance instigated by a bunch of fed-up women and queers.

HARPYCORPS' chief mission is to create a network of safe spaces, both virtual and physical, where brave humans from all walks of life can come together to explore the immense power inherent in our femininity. We strive to create artistic works --both as individuals and in collaboration-- that express our non-compliance with rape culture, unapologetically celebrate our sexuality, elevate the public discourse around various civil rights issues, and purge the toxins of misogyny and kyriarchy from our bodies and minds.

Every bottle sold will help the chief agitators of HARPYCORPS to facilitate these goals. What better way to make our intentions known than on Inauguration Day, 2017, with a ferociously caffeinated beverage? We are fierce. We are femme. We will not flinch. Prepare your gullets and brace your cloacas for... BLOOD OF THE HARPY.

Herr Direktor Funranium's Adds...

So, this is something a little different than normal. When my friend, musician and Coilhouse Magazine maven Meredith Yayanos first proposed this in support of her monstrous feminist HARPYCORPS project, she wanted something special. If I remember our conversation over pizza correctly, "The Blood of the Harpy needs to be a bit harsh, like a cruel truth, but invigorating once you accept it." Blood of the Harpy is a blend of the African BBotEs with a primary base of Death Wish, and an extra spice kick. Accordingly, the caffeine content on this one is a might bit higher than normal run of the mill BBotE, but milder than just straight up Death Wish.

The exquisitely detailed label was drawn and hand lettered (something I still can't believe he did) by noted monstermaker, sculptor, horrorsmith and friend of Mer's, Paul Komoda. If you need your home to creep people out more than it already does, please purchase anything and everything you can from this singular artist.

For the record, if you would like this filled with something different because you think the bottle is awesome but can't take the elevated caffeine level of the Death Wish base, I understand. I am willing to do so, just leave me a note with the variety you'd like and I'll make it happen.

[theremina]

2002