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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