Tom Baker

Joined June 2018

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Author of Haunted Indianapolis, Indiana Ghost Folklore, Midwest Maniacs, Midwest UFOs and Beyond, Scary Urban Legends, 50 Famous Fables and Folk Tales, and Notorious Crimes of the Upper Midwest.: http://tombakerbooks.weebly.com

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Mama Blowin' in the Breeze
She sent her out, (to play, one day in May;) And in the ceiling, by hook or by crook; Next to the nook, Where they cook...
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
In the Doorway
I see you standing there in the doorway, my small demonic self [as a reflection of me], What I was thirty years ago. But, not so, I want to absorb you like Bradley the Buyer
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
There Once Was a Farmer Named Ed...
There once was a farmer named Ed, Who liked to cavort with the dead, He'd dig up the grave, all the better to save, A carcass he'd hang in the shed!
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Criminal
Scat!
Legend has it is that there's a porn tube that features videos of lesbians shitting all over each other. Even eating the shit. Smearing it all over themselves until they look like dehumanized, degraded, and animal-like subhuman savages. I wouldn't personally know, you understand. I'm a veritable choirboy when it comes to shit-scarfing.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Filthy
The Cloth-Covered Form
Last night, I dreamed I was holding the withered bones of an estranged relative in my arms, she being wound in her shroud. My mother, sitting in a chair with rotted teeth, a bleeding, infected mouth, begged me, 'Do not hold her thus!'; but I lie with her regardless, hearing her murmur, though she were dead.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
Torn Rose
Like a torn rose, They found my love, Her form was a joy to behold; She'll never complain, she's always restrained, She'll definitely never grow old.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
Justine (Chapter 5)
Sunrise and awakening are not merciful to the unfortunate. Refreshed as they are by sweet sleep, they find themselves cruelly thrust back into the world of their cruel miseries once more.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Filthy
Last Caress
Necrophilia, like incest, cannibalism and other taboo practices, is a subject both forbidden and tawdry—attracting those low spirits who wish to be titillated by the morbid and revolting excesses of the mentally deranged. Alternately, it is the paen Poe and other poetasters of a melancholy and sepulchral countenance paid to the Final Howl of Love: a searing, grave-defiant passionate embrace of the sacred form, the illusion; the fast-decaying image, or shell. Is there a yolk within the egg? That is what religion and even science asks; or rather, what religion propounds while science investigates the possibility.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Horror
Audio Excreta
I've recorded noise and musique concrète recordings for over fifteen years, working under ironic monikers such as "Extreme Volume Pop" and "Meat Glue." Yet, I actually know very little about the genre, the "scene," (such as it is), nor have I ever performed live or been to a "noise show." I know the various artists strictly through message forums and trading packages. Over the years, sending packages of cassettes (noise people often still use old-fashioned audio cassettes) to foreign locales has cost me a small fortune. But, these people give as good as they receive: I've gotten presents from people as far away as Serbian and Chile, Australia and England, and the Netherlands. In some cases, these were expensive gifts.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Beat
The Hairy Ones Shall Dance
Note: The title of this essay is inspired by the title of a story in the anthology 'Lonely Vigils' by Manly Wade Wellman. It might be wise to begin with a few prefatory remarks about such legends as that of King Lycaon, who served Zeus the flesh of his son Nyctimus to see if Zeus was, indeed, all-knowing. Zeus, enraged by this, transformed Lycaon into a "man wolf." Nyctimus was restored to life. Also, there are the tales of the Norse "Ber-serkir," or "Bear-shirts," a class of warrior said to fight in a trance-like state, approximating possession by an animal, often a wolf, after donning the animal's pelt. The images of such Germanic "wolf warriors" is represented on many ancient shields and carvings.
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Horror
The Castle and Krug
Back about a million years ago, when my buddy Buff and I used to pedal our badass selves around Gas City, Indiana, in and out of what was, at the time, called "video cassette shops," the order of a hot summer's day almost invariably involved finding the woodsiest, foulest, most rotten el cheapo exploitation classic we could lay our hands, and a dollar-fifty in rental fees down upon.
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Horror
Confessions of a Male Phone Sex Operator
I do gay phone sex for fun and profit. Mostly fun at this point, actually. I've worked for "psychic lines" for years. When the opportunity came (came?) up to do LIVE GAY PHONE SEX, I couldn't resist. I quickly created a profile for a hung, horny stud that hangs out at the gym, dominating the other closeted gay dudes, stealing them away from their haughty, cunt-like girlfriends.
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Filthy

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Mama Blowin' in the Breeze

In the Doorway

There Once Was a Farmer Named Ed...

Scat!

The Cloth-Covered Form

Torn Rose

Justine (Chapter 5)

Last Caress

Audio Excreta

The Hairy Ones Shall Dance

The Castle and Krug

Confessions of a Male Phone Sex Operator

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