You're a rotter Mr Grinch

 Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot, but the Grinch, who lived just north of Whoville - did not. The Grinch hated Christmas - the whole Christmas season. Now, please don't ask why; no one quite knows the reason. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. Or it could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right. But I think that the most likely reason of all may have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

You’re a mean one Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel.
You’re as cuddly as a cactus,
And as charming as an eel,
Mr. Grinch!
You’re a bad banana,
With a greasy black peel!
You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch!
Your heart’s an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders.
You’ve got garlic in your soul,
Mr. Grinch!
I wouldn’t touch you
With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch!
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile,
courtesy of TopLyrics.Info
Mr. Grinch!
Given the choice between the two of you,
I’d take the seasick crocodile!
You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch!
You’re a nasty, wasty skunk!
Your heart is full of unwashed socks.
Your soul is full of gunk,
Mr. Grinch!
The three words that best describe you
Are as follows, and I quote,
“Stink, stank, stunk!”
You’re a rotter, Mr. Grinch!
You’re the king of sinful sots!
Your heart’s a dead tomato,
Splotched with moldy, purple spots,
Mr. Grinch!
Your soul is an appalling dump-heap,
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You’re a crooked jerky jockey,
And you drive a crooked hoss,
Mr. Grinch!
You’re a three-decker sauerkraut
and toadstool sandwich,
With arsenic sauce!

The Grinch was a bit of a family tradition for me. My Grandfather, John Young did film editing on this movie ( IMDB credits HERE) and he had one of the original copies on film reels that he would show us every year when my older brother and I were kids. 

Happy Krampus day

It's Krampus day!

Krampus is a mythical creature. In various regions of the world – especially Austria and Hungary – it is believed that Krampus accompanies St. Nicholas during the Christmas season, warning and punishing bad children, in contrast to St. Nicholas, who gives gifts to good children. Due to German and Austrian influence, the myth of Krampus is also prevalent in Croatia, Slovakia, Slovenia and northern Italy.

The word Krampus originates from the Old High German word for claw (Krampen). In the Alpine regions, Krampus is represented by a demon-like creature. Traditionally, young men dress up as the Krampus in the first two weeks of December, particularly on the evening of 5 December, and roam the streets frightening children and women with rusty chains and bells. In some rural areas the tradition also includesbirching – corporal punishment with a birch rod – by Krampus, especially of young girls. Images of Krampus usually show him with a basket on his back used to carry away bad children and dump them into the pits of Hell.

Modern Krampus costumes consist of Larve (wooden masks), sheep's skin, and horns. Considerable effort goes into the manufacture of the hand-crafted masks, and many younger adults in rural communities compete in the Krampus events. -wiki

I like this Krampus/Witch combo. All these babies look bad to me!

Have YOU been Naughty or Nice?

Gothic Christmas to all!

 

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through our house was blasting the "St. Vitus Dance" by Bauhaus; 

Torn fishnets were draped on my forearms with care, 

And two cans of Aquanet applied to my hair;

My thoughts were of graveyards, and horror and dread,
Black visions of pain and despair in my head;
And Bianca, whose face was as pale as the moon,
Had thrown up her arm for this evening's swoon,
When out by the gravestones there came such a clatter,
I sprang from the coffin to find out the matter.


Away to the window I flew like a ghost,
Expecting to find a dark devilish host.
The moon on the breast of the uncaring snow
Threw ominous shadows on objects below,
When, before my tormented eyes did traverse,
But a gorgeous black Crane & Breed carved-panel hearse,
With a gaunt, shrouded driver, who filled me with fear,
And eight skeletal creatures that might have been deer.
More rapid than vultures his coursers they came,
And his deep Andrew Eldritch voice called them by name;


Now, Murphy! Now, Morgoth! Now, Torment and Woe!
On, Dreadful! On, Lovecraft! Mephisto and Poe!
To the top of the gravestones where fog wisps its breath!
With a weight on my soul I consign you to death!


As dead leaves that before hellish hurricanes fly,
When they flutter like giant bats' wings to the sky,
So up to the crypt-top the coursers they leapt,
While dearest Bianca, like death, still but slept.
And then, to my horror, I heard on the roof
The clicking and scratching of each bone-white hoof.
As I drew in my arm, and was whirling around,
Down the ebony chimney he came without sound.


He was clad all in black, and he looked oh-so-goth,
A billowy ensemble of crushed velvet cloth;
His boots were knee-high, quite buckled and zipped,
And the Spandex and fishnets 'round his legs were ripped.
His eyes glowed with bluish fire, deathly and cold,
A black eye-liner'd face neither youthful nor old.
A broad lipless mouth drawn with torment and hurt,
And his sorrowful face was as white as my shirt.


A smoldering cigarette tight in his grasp,
Its smoke curling eerily 'round his cloak clasp;
His gaunt frame was topped with long ebon hair,
And a sharp scent of brimstone and cloves choked the air.
His arms were outspread in the shape of a cross,
And I quailed when I saw him, feeling sorrow and loss;
He narrowed his eyes with a twist of his head,
And I felt the full weight of his angst and dread.


He spoke not a word, but went straight to his task,
Left some Dead Can Dance CD's; before I could ask,
A single tear fell across his aquiline nose,
And then, like an angel, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his hearse, to his team he then hissed,
And away they all drifted like early dawn's mist.
But I heard him intone, ere he vanished from sight,
"Gothic Christmas to all, and to all a good fright!"

* This was sent in by a reader, I do not have the authors name, but if you know it, please do let me know so that I may give proper credit!

'Tis the Season!

I am running behind as you can see, but I promise I will change the Halloween background soon! 

It is now the season for Jolly Elves and Naughty Kids! Here is our first Krampus to get you in the mood for the Holidays!

I already have my 'Nightmare' Tree up with its skeleton garland and skull topper and scary stuff ornaments.  WHat will you be doing this year toward your Scary Christmas?

The Cutest Evil Dead Girl- A Dr. Morose Favorite

Clowns

Clowns. Does anybody REALLY like Clowns? I think not.

Halloween Hoopla II : Foamy The Squirrel (Adult Language)

Halloween 2010

Retro Vintage Halloween

I always enjoy Vintage or Retro Halloween and have a small collection. But I have realized with all of the things in this post. .  I bought these new back in the day. This is like tuning into the 'oldies' station and then saying to yourself "Oldies? This isn't old, I remember when this was a new song back in. . " "oh"

Atrocity Exhibition 2011

These are some of my favorite Creeps! This is an excellent event, if you can help make it happen Thank You! If you can attend, Don't miss it! Find out more HERE

Be sure to check out their wonderfully dark and macabre art. Then buy a piece or two. I did!

The Creepy Art & Stories of Lithium LuLu Cartoons

This wonderfully creepy art can be found HERE  Each piece has an accompanying story. 

Arm Chairs

Hand-carved of hardwood; these chairs were apparently modeled after a rare 18th-century chair which sold for over $100,000 at a New York auction. By oral tradition, they were part of a set custom-ordered by actor Vincent Price. However, Price died before they were delivered. In any case, they make a wonderful conversation piece!

Yoinked from Anonymous Works.

Halloween In Heaven

I thought this appropriate, as it will be our first Halloween without Peter Steele, a man who loved Halloween as much as his female fans loved his 1995 Playgirl spread.

And if there is no Halloween in Heaven, then I'm not going.



"Of course I cried
When I heard they'd died
And took a part of me
Same time gave
From beyond the grave
Became what was meant to be."

Edward Gorey

The Listing Attic - 1954

Jan Frans DeBoever

Jan Frans De Boever (Ghent, Belgium, June 8, 1872 - May 23, 1949)

"Suddenly in about 1909 he modified his style radically, painting licentious women and prostitutes in morbid and bizarre settings. Skeletons, death and eroticism began to dominate his paintings. Semi-clothed women were depicted as servants of the devil, creating an atmosphere of evil. Man is shown as woman's toy, a languid object submitting himself to her slightest caprice."

Frankenstein

Frankenstein is a 1910 film made by Edison Studios that was written and directed by J. Searle Dawley. It was the first motion picture adaptation of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. The unbilled cast included Augustus Phillips as Dr. Frankenstein, Charles Ogle as the Monster, and Mary Fuller as the doctor's fiancée.

It's alive! it's alive!!!

Enjoy!

L.A DEAD- All about what's happening in Los Angeles

For more info on this Upcoming Halloween event and lots of other dark club happenings- DO check out L.A. DEAD. HERE

Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde

John Barrymore stars in the renowned silent adaptation of the Robert Louis Stevenson classic about a Victorian scientist who turns himself into a murderous abomination.

Enjoy!

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari

A man named Francis relates a story about his best friend Alan and his fiance Jane. Alan takes him to a fair where they meet Dr. Caligari, who exhibits a somnambulist, Cesare, that can predict the future.
When Alan asks how long he has to live, Cesare says he has until dawn. The prophecy comes to pass, as Alan is murdered, and Cesare is a prime suspect.
Cesare creeps into Jane's bedroom and abducts her, running from the townspeople and finally dying of exhaustion.
Meanwhile, the police discover a dummy in Cesare's cabinet, while Caligari flees.
Francis tracks Caligari to a mental asylum. He is the director! Or is he?

Enjoy!

MARILYN MANSON :: This Is Halloween

Welcome Blog Tour Visitors!!

 Welcome Visitors from Mrs B's and Thank You Mrs. B for hosting this event every year!

Welcome to The Gothic Tea Society.  Please take some time to peruse our archives and make yourselves at home. There are lots of stories, history, art, fashion, events and fun in there- all with a spooky twist.  All of the Gothic Tea Society contributors have a love of the Macabre which is evident in our posts. Several of those who contribute to making the GTS blog as spooky as it is, have fascinating blogs of their own- so do check them out!

My name is Wendy, creator of The Gothic Tea Society. I am an 'Eldergoth' (over 40), Gothmom to two adult daughters and wife to my very own Mad Hatter! (my husband Jeff) and servant to 6 cats. I work full time for a large telecommunications company and yes- I wear all black to work most every day.
This blog is one way that I connect with the Gothic subculture of which I have been a part of for many years, posting not only stories and photos of interest but also promoting gothic and dark artists, fashion, music and events.  One of my other interests is photography, a passion I share with my husband.  We have an ongoing blog of our road trips which center on the odd, macabre, vintage and other sites of interest that we encounter on our travels. Please do drop by! You can find it here November Obscura. We also have many different photographs HERE on our gallery.

I thought I would share some photographs of one of my other passions- Dolls. I have quite a few of them, and as you can see . .  they are not your average dolls!  Many of the dolls in these photos are from Creepy Dolls , October Effigies , and Madame Talbot. 

Smaller Dolls from Madame Talbot, October Effigies, Creepy Dolls and a few of my Living Dead dolls.

Dr Nicholas Blood- Plague Dr. (Handy to have around when the Plague comes through every year)

This is Pio, she is probably the one that creeps most people out. She is about 3 ft tall and has a very knowing gaze. You would also swear she just moved every time you look at her.

This sweet girl has been playing in the dirt again!

This elegant lady is one of a few I have that have no eyes. But don't think that that means they don't know what you are up to!

This is my newest doll. She has such a big lovely smile! I love the tiny bats on her dress.

This is Sedona, she is the Matriarch of my doll clan- which is some 30 something dolls. The interesting thing about Sedona is that sometimes her face looks angry, and sometimes not. When she looks mad we all try and think about what could have made Sedona upset. You really don't want Sedona upset.

Thank you all for visiting and I hope you will drop by often!

Happy Halloween!

Witches as Nose Art