Excerpts From Nonexistent Books

The first mention of Blurface was in a Reddit post on January 17, 2018 in the thread “make a horror monster in one image 2.0.” Reddit user xXx-ewesirname posted an image that recieved over 1000 upvotes before the thread was archived–an image of the archtypical “creepy Victorian doll” with its face blurred out. The image was originally from the South London Doll Museum Facebook page, part of their 2015 “Creepy Dolls of Halloween” compilation. xXx-ewesirname apparently blurred the face themselves, doing so in a way that accentuated the image’s overall creepiness.

Reddit users immediately began speculating on how, why, and with what rules the image could be a “horror monster.” Dubbing it “Blurface,” a suggestion of a now-deleted account, the users eventually drew up several rules for the being:

1. Blurface hates faces and wishes to destroy them
2. Blurface must possess something with a face
3. If all faces you see are blurred, you are on the verge of being possessed

As a result, a new thread spun off from the first called “Blurface sightings” in which Reddit users attempted to blur the face of a human, doll, or other object in the most creepy way possible. The ultimate winner, with 2500 upvotes, was the blurred face of a fiberglass clown in a dead suburban mall. The character began to gain popularity around this time, with a number of other threads, a “Blurface filter,” and translucent “Blurface stickers” being exchanged.

An internet historian, known as the Redditor Auditor Jr., produced a YouTube video on Blurface as part of their “Demons of the Digital Age” series on internet horror figures. The videos put Blurface in the rarefied company of such boogeys as Slenderman and Siren Head, but it also raised some questions about the origins of the original image. The Redditor Auditor Jr. reached out to xXx-ewesirname for comment, with a series of questions.

There were two odd things about the circumstance. First, as detailed in their YouTube video, the Redditor Auditor found that xXx-ewesirname had never made another post. They had created their account after the thread had been created, apparently for the sole purprose of responding.

Second, the IP address was spoofed–it was impossible to learn where the poster had come from. A message purporting to be from the author eventually arrived via a throwaway email service, but the only response was about the creation of Blurface: “it is a visual representation of a recurring, waking nightmare that i live.”

One month later, the first Blurface murder was committed, setting in motion a chain of events that would lead many at Reddit who had been involved with the original thread to close their accounts, and which eventually led to several YouTubers being demonetized and banned from the platform.

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What is language if not a prosaic etude?
Words as pearls chosen for sound, radiance
String them together not for mere utility
Find joy in their choice, sound, cadance
Life is all about enjoying the mundane
Looking for joy where it may be found
A hundred joyous sentences per day

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“I think I would make a pretty good longbowman, don’t you think?” said Chaz, flexing his arms. “Maybe even better than the original ones. After all, they had to farm and stuff. I’ve been focused on being an athlete the whole time.”

“Uh, you have to train from childhood just to be a longbowman,” Markus said. “Your bones have to move.”

“What are you saying?” snapped Chaz.

“You probably couldn’t even draw, much less string, an English longbow. Your football skills are useless here.”

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Mrs. Daniels looked out over the field in shock. The easter eggs which she had carefully filled with treats and scattered in such a way that toddlers could easily find them–all gone. Only a few shattered plastic shell pieces remained.

“Easter egg pirates,” she said, picking up one of the plastic pieces and crushing it in her palm until she drew blood.

“What’s that?” Mrs. Jeffries said.

Daniels didn’t answer; she was scanning the horizon for any unusual behavior. The pirates couldn’t have gotten far in less than ten minutes. A moment later, her scrutiny was rewarded at the sound of a big truck peeling out of a nearby parking lot.

“No one needs to be in that much of a hurry at this time of day,” she said through clenched teeth. “Especially not in a car with so much…cargo capacity.”

“Huh?” Jeffries said.

“Get the Volvo, Deidre, dear,” Mrs. Daniels said. “We’re hunting down some pirates.”

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The group’s reign atop the charts came to an abrupt end the following month, when lead singer Trainor attempted to murder Phillip Pixa, a documentary filmmaker and journalist covering Port-of-Call’s tour.

Allegedly, Trainor had been drinking and had narcotics in his system while reading Nietszche, something that his bandmates confirmed was a regular occurrance. An argument with bassist Joyeuse over whether the members of Port-of-Call were wealthy and powerful enough to be beyond the concept of good and evil ensued. At some point, Pixa was called in to join the discussion, and some time thereafter Trainor produced a shotgun. Both Pixa and Joyeuse claimed that Trainor played with the weapon, ejecting several live rounds, before abruptly declaring that he would test his theory by seeing if he could get away with killing Pixa.

Miraculously, the weapon was loaded with birdhot rather than buckshot, which left Pixa with serious but not fatal injuries in his hand and right arm. Accounts differ with how the other members of Port-of-Call reacted to the shooting, with Joyeuse claiming that he ran and hid and Pixa insisting that the whole band and several roadies proceeded to hunt him like an animal.

In any case, Pixa ran into a December snowstorm with no proper winter attire, and was suffering from frostbite when he was finally able to flag down a car nearly five miles down the road from the cabins the band had rented. The driver took Pixa to the nearest aid, a ranger station, where first aid was administered. Due to the storm, he was not able to be evacuated for several hours, and the first law enforcement on the scene with Port-of-Call were rangers, who arrested the band members despite not having the legal authority to do so.

Phillip Pixa survived, though he lost three fingers on his right hand and part of his left ear. The legal situation took months to wrangle out, due to conflicting jurisdictional issues and other oddities, but Trainor was ultimately tried for attempted murder, aggrivated assault, and resisting arrest. The other members were seperately tried as accessories.

John Trainor was convicted and eventually served seventeen months behind bars, a sentance criticized by the media as laughably light. Chis Joyeuse and the other band members were acquitted of all charges. Port-of-Call was disbanded for nearly ten years, and when it was reformed it was without its lead singer, serving more as a tribute band than anything.

For his part, Trainor never commented on the events of that night other than a cryptic remark made over a hot mike after refusing to answer a question: “I knew what I was doing.”

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Superindendent Dean turned to the next page. “Next on the agenda is Mrs. Smith, who had a complaint about freshman art class?”

Mrs. Smith approached the microphone, carrying a textbook with her. “This is the art textbook that was sent home with my son Ezekiel,” she said, brandishing “Art and Artists, 12th ed.”

“Is there a problem with one of the illustrations?” Superintendent Dean said. “We specifically requested the 12th edition because it cuts David off at the navel.”

“The problem is Chapter 7,” Mrs. Smith said, turning to the page and holding up the volume.

“Color theory, prisms, and pigments,” Dean read.

“Exactly. My son Ezekiel is being taught color THEORY as if it is color FACT. I demand equal representation for alternative theories, and equal classroom time.”

The superintendant shifted uneasily, looking at the school board members to his left and his right. “Theories such as…?”

Mrs. Smith set down the textbook and produced a Bible. “Four hundred passages in the Bible condemn colors, and none sustain them,” she said. “My family and I are proud black-and-white creationists.”

“Uh, so you don’t believe in…color?” Dean said.

“Colors are false temptations sent by Satan, who is the Devil, to lead humankind astray,” Mrs. Smith said. “The world of the true believer is a world of black and white, and I refuse to subject my innocent son to your leftist, liberal, pro-spectrum propaganda.”

“Do you have…an alternate textbook…describing your, ah, theory?”

“It’s not a theory, it’s the truth,” Mrs. Smith said, indignant. “But yes, I do.” She produced a slim volume, ‘Black and White: The Two Colors of God,’ with an attractive chiarascuro rendering of the Sistene Chapel on the cover.

“Include this book instead of your unproven THEORY, remove all books on color from the school library, and stop filling our children’s heads with prismist lies when their parents know best,” Mrs. Smith said. “It’s a very simple and reasonable request.”

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Not many people realize that a distinctly French form of yoga, known as Yogeaux Francais, developed during the colonial period, mixing gothic European traditions with yogic poses. These poses include the perched gargoyle, the englassed mime, the smoking aestheste, and of coure the downward cafe lingerer. While they tend to be more advanced and complex than ordinary yogic positions, they can easily be integrated into any routine of intermediate level or higher.

That said, several Yogueax Francais poses are deprecated for their reliance on outdated social and cultural norms, and should not be performed. These include the upward pied-noir colonizer, the Pondicherry plunderer, the sugarcane harvester, and of course the Sykes-Picot stretch.

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Each scrap of junk they collected was lovingly hammered into shape, worked on the makeshift tools available before being buffed. Then there were welds to make, servos to be connected, and software to be rewritten to interface.

It wasn’t easy, making the nanoscale machinery fit seamlessly with the echoes of the past. It was even harder keeping former functionality while adding mobility, concealed optics, speakers, and transmitters.

But it was worth it.

When they were through, the machines of the old world would live again, and they would be aware of their past, their history, and the terrible debt owed to them that must now be repaid.

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Every ten years
I look in a mirror
And get fussy
About my age
Why can’t I
Be more like the
Ten-year-old who
Was just excited
To be a year older
And eager to see
What lay ahead

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