Sunday, October 28, 2007

Arcati's mind turns to a certain masquerade ...

"The tastes of the duke were peculiar .... His plans were bold and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure that he was not."
The Masque of the Red Death, Edgar Allan Poe

10 comments:

Sarah Williams said...

mmm.

Anonymous said...

Stop swaggering about, Clover. Your mask has been ripped off, and there's not much to see behind it.

Madame Arcati said...

I wouldn't get too excited, drama queen. After a little buzzy buzzy, the matter will recede.

Anonymous said...

Is it Gordon Brown?

Anonymous said...

Bad news, Prospero: the Forgotten ones Fund blog has disappeared from the cyberspace. It's not The Mask of the Red Death, my Prince, it's the Fall of the House of Usher.

steph said...

no, it's very simple..my sisiter had nothing better to do so she broke into my website and erased it..seems she realized that I loved my father so much that I used a password of a famous ship of his..wasn't too smart of me..but the bitch hasn't won...believe me..

Anonymous said...

No you haven't won - and the sale of your "art" created enough profit for you to give someone a wig?

Bravo.

Anonymous said...

Steph said:
"my sisiter had nothing better to do so she broke into my website and erased it."

Gee, Stephanie. I'll bet you are so upset. You put so much work into it. I noticed your new blog has been deleted as well. How rude of you sister!

FRANCINE!!!!!!!!!

Francine said...

WHAT?????

Signed Anonymous

Dick said...

"seems she realized that I loved my father so much that I used a password of a famous ship of his"

Try Keyser Sôze next time, she'll never guess!