Tag Archives: Eric Robert Nolan

Mill Mountain in Roanoke, Virginia, July 2018 (2)

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My three Donald Trump jokes for the day.

  1. The only way that Donald Trump is “a stable genius” is that he is gifted at shoveling horseshit.
  2. My theory is this — the real reason that Trump is so hard on our European allies is that he failed twice at that art school in Vienna.
  3. (Below.) Sean Spicer must have committed a particularly serious crime if Batman is looking for him.

 

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(He can’t hang out tonight, though. He’s swamped at work.)

Of all the DC Comics heroes, I think Swamp Thing would be the most fun to party with.

He just seems like a fungi.

 

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Heyyyyyyyy, it’s Fake Friend Request Day on Facebook!!

Tip of the hat to the nonexistent pretty girls!!

Welcome to Facebook, which you just joined an hour ago!! And good luck at the new job, which … you apparently just started and hour ago … at MacDonald’s.

MacDonlad’s? That’s an interesting choice. Usually you ladies are all veterinarians and personal trainers and scuba instructors and such. Maybe you failed to prepare adequately in your fake school to prepare for your first choice of a fake job. Good luck with that.

I feel lucky, by the way, to be among the first six friends that you sought out on social media.  It’s a select group — just me and five other unmarried men whose immutably credulous and feckless expressions are apparent even in their profile pictures.

Do *I* have that expression?  (Probably.)

 

 

 

Selections from Dennis Villelmi’s “Fretensis,” read by Eric Robert Nolan

If you didn’t catch these recordings last week over at The Bees Are Dead, I was honored to read from Dennis Villelmi’s superb book of cosmic horror poetry, “Fretensis: In the Image of a Blind God” (2014).  The Bees Are Dead has graciously allowed me to release them here again at the blog.

Thanks again, Dennis, for allowing me to share your Gothic visions this way.

 

 

 

I am nearing completion of a vampire apocalypse story.

I hope to have it completed … soon? (I’m currently at 11,000 words; I’m guessing it should be maybe … 16,000.)

I’ll be releasing it for free right here on the blog. I’ll keep you guys posted.

 

 

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I found this … painted moth?

Enameled gadfly?  Acrylic stinkbug?

What am I, an entomologist?  You people tell ME what it is.

[Update : Blog Correspondent Pete Harrison just informed that this is Atteva aurea, or the Ailanthus Webworm Moth.  No … I have no idea how he knows these things either.]

 

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Care to hear some superb and haunting poetry? (Audio selections from Dennis Villelmi’s “Fretensis”)

I am honored today to share with you three recordings of me reading from Dennis Villelmi’s Fretensis: In the Image of a Blind God.  The Bees Are Dead has graciously published the readings over at its website; you can find them right here.

Thank you, Dennis, for allowing me to interpret your outstanding poetic work.

 

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“SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND.” 

Meet my baby groundhog buddy.  His neighborhood is that stretching bed of blue wildflowers.

 

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A … more innocent time? Or something?

Anyone here in their 40’s? Anyone remember the material excesses of the 1980’s, and how people thought THAT was proof of America’s declining moral fiber?

Bring back cocaine and parachute pants, and we’ll cheerfully surrender our neo-nazis and child detention centers.