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Yes indeedy, the Savannah Naughty Nautical Nite ship is soon to dock... The crew is all very excited!
Naughty Nautical Nite Cabaret
Friday September 23rd 9:00PM
@Tantra: 8 East Broughton
Savannah, Georgia 31401
Featuring Burlesque Queen Melodie Gore, DJ Kiah and MC Motion,
The Sassafrass Dancers, Belfire fire performers, banjo sea shanties with Mermaid Dame Darcy and much more!
$5 at the door $3 if you come dressed in nautical theme and/or dressed up.
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Yes, you heard it right folks, DD.com is going through a big re-Vamp (pun intended) which means, very soon, new and old graphic novels and comics will be available to download onto kindle etc. I am workin’ my little witchy fingers down to the skeleton bone to bring you more new spooky fairytales. Here is an example of a new one... Love Dame Darcy
The Salt Maiden
Lets turn back the clock to a time when clocks didn't exist. The earth was an orb as it is today, but it had no water, and the creatures that now live in the ocean were clearly visible squirming around in the mud, flapping their long slimy tentacles pointlessly in vain.
Above all this mess shone the beautiful face of The Moon. She looked down with interest, disgust and pity at the pathetic loathsome beasts below and slowly turned in her orbit. Currently she is made of moon dust and rock, but then she was an egg made from smooth white salt that had not solidified quite yet.
She rotated and as she did, thin strands of moonlight wafted down upon the earth and entangled it like spider webs. Months passed by and eventually the egg began to crack. It took time eternal as we perceive it, but to her it was but a few moments. From the crack slowly emerged a beautiful baby made entirely of salt. Her skin was white, smooth and luminous and her hair lay flat and still against her head for there was no breeze on the moon.
In contrast, her eyes were dark and as deep and black as the endless universe surrounding her. The tiny glints of starlight reflecting back the shine she saw. Her salt heart would beat, counting the passing of time and thus insisting her growth but she had no need for lungs on the moon's airless surface.
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