To invoke the hiInvoking the feeling of chaos.
With out order.
The Nezperdian hive-mind of chaos. Zalgo.
He who Waits Behind The Wall.
ZALGO!
theì hiveò-mìiòndÞÞ rÌepìròeÌòsenìtìinÞgÞ ÌcÞhaoÌs.
ìInvÞoÒòkòingÒò ÒtÞhÒe ÒfeÞelinÒgì ofÒ ìÌòcÞhìaÞos.Ò
Withò ìouìtÌò ordeÒÌÒr.ÒÒò
TÒÒheÌ ÞòNezÌpòerÌdiaÞn hÞive-mÌinÌdì ofì chòaos. ÞZÒÒaÞlgo.
HÞe òwho ÒWÒòaìòiÒÌtìs ìBÞÒehòòind TÞhe òWÞòall.
ÒZìÌAìLÞÞGÌO!
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Fri 31 Dec 2010, 4:02,
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With out order.
The Nezperdian hive-mind of chaos. Zalgo.
He who Waits Behind The Wall.
ZALGO!
theì hiveò-mìiòndÞÞ rÌepìròeÌòsenìtìinÞgÞ ÌcÞhaoÌs.
ìInvÞoÒòkòingÒò ÒtÞhÒe ÒfeÞelinÒgì ofÒ ìÌòcÞhìaÞos.Ò
Withò ìouìtÌò ordeÒÌÒr.ÒÒò
TÒÒheÌ ÞòNezÌpòerÌdiaÞn hÞive-mÌinÌdì ofì chòaos. ÞZÒÒaÞlgo.
HÞe òwho ÒWÒòaìòiÒÌtìs ìBÞÒehòòind TÞhe òWÞòall.
ÒZìÌAìLÞÞGÌO!
"Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, that whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctifled temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep."
Have a nice day.
(Have a nice day.
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Fri 31 Dec 2010, 4:05,
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HP Lovecraft's acid.I'll go back and ninja edit some quotation marks in there.
But yeah, someone shat in mine, too. :(
(But yeah, someone shat in mine, too. :(
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Fri 31 Dec 2010, 4:35,
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