(Smash Monkeylowering the tone of the whole internet,
Mon 30 Nov 2009, 21:57,
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BEWARE THE APPROACH OF THE HORNED GOD
THE DARK IT RISES THE FLAMES THEY COME THE CLOUDS THE BIRDS THE BATS THE RATS THE COCKROACHES THEY CRAWL INTO YOUR EVERY ORIFICE AND THE LAUGHTER OF THE DAMNED AND THE PAIN AND THE LIES
i'm fairly sure i would have noticed if there were
(Smash Monkeylowering the tone of the whole internet,
Mon 30 Nov 2009, 22:06,
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They drip anaesthetic
from their clacking, slurping fangs
You don't even feel them until, sated and bloated, they drop comatose from where they hung and you feel them slipping down your leg, or your cheek, or your lips or out of your eyes or in your hair and you brush and you brush and you scream and you choke on the cockroaches that cling to your tongue and stifle your cries and your breathing.