Thursday, September 30, 2010

GNOMES ON THE ABANDONMENT OF MAGIC:

They've seen her prowling the forest and know that her
midieval methods of generating hype are nothing more than
media spectacles that exploit and degrade the habits and
rituals of the "othered"! Union of bodies doesn't need a
crucifix and a prayer for pro-creation to be valid! The issues
propagated by this Ex-Witch are nothing more than spells,
charms, and lies to further her work with the Alaskan Devil!
ONCE A WITCH, ALWAYS A WITCH!

Thursday, September 16, 2010
















Went on to such strange places that I almost lost my wits! I knew nothing of perfection (elections). No news
of the tragedy, and yet here stand I: A gnome with a batty companion who plays
paint the mushroom with neo-classical technique. Make sad moments happy
and whimsy towards ashes.
Light candle with rose flames and lilly leaves too!
Make a name for the plant folk who live beyond reason. They know how to fool you and make gender a treason!
I'd laugh at the sight of any odd foe who looks to my habits for scape-goat grilled cheeses and man-made ocean breezes. The game is of words among ribbons and paint. Go deep in the forest and find what is lost.


Wednesday, September 8, 2010

If you happen upon the kingdom of the Gnomes, and you happen to discover that hidden inside the palace is a gnome:
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TAKE IT!
TAKE THE GNOME WITH YOU ON SOME WILD
ADVENTURE!
THE GNOME WANTS TO PLAY WITH YOU!
PLEASE TAKE ALL THE GNOMES!
WITH A LITTLE FORCE, TAKE THE GNOMES THAT GUARD THE PALACE (they also want to see the world)
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BE SURE TO TAKE A FEW PICTURES OF THE GNOME ADVENTURE AND SEND THEM TO: charmcitygnome@gmail.com.

WHEN YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH PASS THE GNOME ON, OR RETURN IT TO THE KINGDOM OF THE GNOMES, SO MORE ADVENTURES AND PICTURES CAN BE HAD
Gnomes know a lot more about what goes on behind closed doors than we think. They're listening to the movies we watch. They're reading the papers tossed towards front steps. They're studying your body language as you pledge allegiance to the flag hung by the mail box. They know that paradise is exclusive. They know that the tree of knowledge will drop leaves to be raked soon. They know that the grass is always greener on the other side. They know what happened outside the burbs. They know who really butters the bread, and who really makes the money.