I'm about to go to bedI think I've given myself nightmares
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Good night, sleep tight, don't let the ghosts and their squiddy friends bite.
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Good night, sleep tight, don't let the ghosts and their squiddy friends bite.
boris the spider,
Thu 10 Dec 2009, 0:29,
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I was going to make a similar comment on your squidmouse:)
( boris the spider,
Thu 10 Dec 2009, 0:35,
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if i weren't about to go to bed and dream bad dreamsi'd now make a christmas card of santa claus with tentacles bursting from his eyes and blood spraying over the terrified child woken in his bed
( boris the spider,
Thu 10 Dec 2009, 0:45,
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i shall tryand likewise yourself
and if you feel a tentacle slipping under the covers at night then don't fight, for the love of god don't fight, it doesn't make him angry, he doesn't get angry, he doesn't feel our emotions, but it doesn't pay to cross him, he won't take impertinance, we are less than ants in his eyes we are his playthings his toys his to have and to hold and to tear and break and rape and destroy and it is fitting it is meet it is the way of the universe
(and if you feel a tentacle slipping under the covers at night then don't fight, for the love of god don't fight, it doesn't make him angry, he doesn't get angry, he doesn't feel our emotions, but it doesn't pay to cross him, he won't take impertinance, we are less than ants in his eyes we are his playthings his toys his to have and to hold and to tear and break and rape and destroy and it is fitting it is meet it is the way of the universe
boris the spider,
Thu 10 Dec 2009, 0:51,
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Haha dammit at least 5 seconds before I noticed again
zoldergoose,
Thu 10 Dec 2009, 0:34,
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slowly she fades away leaving behind only the lingering scent of the cryptand a pair of eyes glowing in your face and soft lips floating before you breathing charnal fumes onto your face, your desperate lungs snatching each terrified gasp of decay and the putrid stench of death
and a tentacle slips up your thigh and you can't move and it flicks against your skin and inside you scream and you scream but the eyes they fixate you and the lips they breath their inevitable cloying weight of dead air and the tentacle it caresses you and reaches up, and reaches up and you panic and break and run but your body is locked and you fight the prison of your skin and you lie helpless and breath the crypt and see the deep black eyes of unknowable ancient otherness and the tentacle it probes
(and a tentacle slips up your thigh and you can't move and it flicks against your skin and inside you scream and you scream but the eyes they fixate you and the lips they breath their inevitable cloying weight of dead air and the tentacle it caresses you and reaches up, and reaches up and you panic and break and run but your body is locked and you fight the prison of your skin and you lie helpless and breath the crypt and see the deep black eyes of unknowable ancient otherness and the tentacle it probes
boris the spider,
Thu 10 Dec 2009, 0:43,
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and then you wipe your cock on the curtain and go for a pint
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4Q just lurking,
Thu 10 Dec 2009, 0:46,
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