The flames they gather
THE DEVIL'S EJACULATE THE DEMON AFTERBIRTH THE BURNING
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 21:42,
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THE DEVIL'S EJACULATE THE DEMON AFTERBIRTH THE BURNING
It's getting to be traditional.
I keep meaning to make something new, but never
do more than doodle up this one more. Someday.
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:31,
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do more than doodle up this one more. Someday.
No no no
That's one of my favrit candleday pictures and I hope to see it myself some day when funds permit!
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:35,
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HERETIC
(I can't deny my influences. I love and adore Zalgo, but he has no place in the Peanuts universe.
Previously on the Darkness Bleak Evermore Pain Peanuts series: www.b3ta.com/board/9798257)
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 21:49,
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Previously on the Darkness Bleak Evermore Pain Peanuts series: www.b3ta.com/board/9798257)
Hahahaha
I'd pay good money to watch that, especially if the MGM lion got Zalgo eyes.
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:00,
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You have my sympathy
unless you were the one ripping the secretaries' heads off and fucking the corpses, in which case you have my jealousy.
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 21:52,
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That's debatable.
I think it's ok, but my chiropractor keeps trying to pull the darn thing off. At least that's what it feels like.
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:01,
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Your chiropractor
is attending black masses and raising demons and bending over and the FLAMES RISE AND THE DEMON BARB RISES AND THE HAIR TEARS INSIDE AND THE FLAMES ARE RISING AND THE LIES THE LIES AND THE BLOOD LEAKS AND THE VIRGIN WINE AND THE BLOOD AND THE WINE AND THE DEMON EJACULATE AND THE SCREAMS AND THE BROKEN MOUTHS AND THE DEMON HAIR
Sorry to break it to you like that.
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:04,
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Sorry to break it to you like that.
Oh dear Lord.
You met him, then? Still, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. There's a lot of that stuff going on in Cardiff Bay.
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:07,
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Watch out on winter twilights
for the tentacles coming in from the sea.
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:12,
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Oh noes!
But I wants to go to beddybies. I'm all speepy and need my kip :(
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:14,
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Lock the windows tight
and try and ignore the wet slapping on the window and the slurping and the crackle of the flames and the moans of the victimised
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:17,
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*shivers*
ok Mr Spider I'll try my best.
Slurping? Flames?! Just why did I move here :(
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:24,
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Slurping? Flames?! Just why did I move here :(
The lure of Pan
The music of his pipes that sounds more like the screams of tortured souls the more you hear and the closer you get; the tempting aroma of his skin that smells more like a putrid cow fat and bloated from drowning and bulbous with maggots the closer you get; the pull of the glamour; the promise of the glory and the freedom; the lies and the lies and the LIES AND THE LIES.
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:26,
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I don't remember that on the estate agent's website
But I'll take your word for it.
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:31,
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That's the glamour of the horned goat
It puts a shroud over your mind and your memory and you know only what he wants you to know and remember what he chooses you to remember.
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:33,
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But try and keep it clear in your mind
in the dark of the hours before dawn and the music of the pipes drifts in on the sour night breeze.
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:40,
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