Midnight Jacket

The void, the infimisimatly small and large nothingness.
perhaps a paradise for Mephistopheles.
I descended further and further.
No Virgil by my side,
the darkness was a pyramid, my eyes the pharoh.
In this vast silence I contemplated my life.
What had been and what never was.
a flatulation broke the silence,
followed by a squeaky “Sorry”
from a voice that was not my own…

Presenting Midnight Edition

As the moon rises, mist permeating the dark green blades of grass so doth Rag Jacket V5 rise! TO overtake, to surpass to cast a dispertion on Part 4. It was created over a month ago but another late on arrival post finally enters the mailbox.

Helen at night

A beautiful woman truth be told
after many beers drunk cold
and in dim attacked light
more like a deep deary night
and after a good bonk on the head
slurred words, uneven steps, what said
in deep darkness lit only by flame
is the world’s most beautiful dame

Result: Rag Jacket V5: Midnight Edition

A little off the top

Using chalk for the first time successfully I carved life into the dark ebony fabric.

The achromatic display left me with a feeling that I had progressed to a higher more sophisicated realm of existence.

Fire and flame

It is no fun doing things the easy, boring and dull way. I prefer chaos, excitment, intrigue.

Flint and tinder, wax and spark, illuminate the way to a new plane of Rag Jackets:

A toasted piece

To truely enjoy a Rag Jacket, like Lucky Strike, it must be Toasted

While sewing the fabrics, gently and slowing use a flame from a candle to toast the ends.

Careful to not overcook, Rag Jackets are best served medium rare.

The Result (Again)