Bloody Hands, Lost Rings, and Speakeasies: Sleep No More Revisited

I was doing the thing I swore I would never do. I was already covered in someone else's blood, there was grave yard dirt in my ballet flats, the taste of tears in my mouth and I was gingerly feeling around a dead goat, getting goat's hair all over me. O Hecate. You and your damned ring quest.

And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never called to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art? - Hecate, Macbeth, Act 3, Scene 5

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RR0MPk69Iao

[caption id="attachment_1954" align="alignright" width="528"] All the perfumes of Arabia . . .(Jow's hand)[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1956" align="alignright" width="528"] The bloody business (my hand)[/caption]



[caption id="attachment_1957" align="alignright" width="528"] I like that I look like a slightly shy serial killer here.[/caption]

 

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