I dread to think what's about to come out of those woodsThey'll all be staring at the thing at the sky, expecting black tentacles to rip the very fabric of spacetime apart and reach for their souls, and they won't focus on the woods, they won't hear the siren song of the pipes, the skittering breathy noise of the player, they won't feel the soft fingers on their throats until it's too late and they fall, fall to a darkness blacker than any Lovecraftian horror where they will wail for death but death will refuse to come.
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boris the spider,
Mon 19 Apr 2010, 17:02,
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(I got this vision while listening to classical music)......The pipes of Pan for sure... entering my brain through my ears.
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atomic A-bomb-a-nation,
Mon 19 Apr 2010, 17:25,
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He's a smart one, all rightAs insidious as a goat. An insidious goat, that is.
( boris the spider,
Mon 19 Apr 2010, 17:38,
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