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Permalink Reply by Dark Ill on -
ok so u decided to stuck on that bridge and now u are watching the water (aah).I´m not really sure are u trying to crush my balls here,so i´m trying to figure out should i be provoked and give u what u want ...Ok sure.
Let´s imagine water flows and suddenly i stand next to you.The bridge starts making all sorts of sings of collapse,but i´m sure it will hold.First i begin conversation the sound that comes out me is shy in way and doesn´t fit my physical image .Realizing that i shut up.Then you break the ice by starting to ask questions about the water that flows under us.
It´s filthy cold and shallow water,but you cant really tell how deep because the mud makes it so thick . Before i get to answer any questions a third person appears other side of the bridge.I quikly start to walk away to the otherside where is this barrack like some military barrack quikly built ,but not very cosy looking.
Before u get to notice this second guy is right beside you his a perfect copy of me ,but his little bit muscular and fit looking .He is breathing deeply through his nose making nostrils wide fingers are pulled into fists.
You get scared and try to run,but this guy graps you by the hand and forces you to the barrack side and just then the bridge finally gives in and collapses."Give your fucking phone now!"and as u refuse he kicks you to the stomach pain makes you vomit as you lay on gravel.Then he calms for a second ,but upsets again when he checks the phone and crushes it to the ground.-It was you ha-He points his index finger at you.You are pale on the ground and notice something has changed there is no water anymore at the river except is raining and air is hot and still no wind at all.
Something else has also changed I´m gone theres only this one black man his laughing ,but not with a wicked way more like calming and comforting way.He dont mind the rain and helps u up as he wipes vomit of your face with towel.
There are two trees in front of the barracks the other one finest oak tree has been chopped into small pieces ,the axe still lies there.
As u see no way turning back u decide to head on to barrack still shocked all thats happened.Glimpsing to the collapsed bridge u see me with an axe in my hand screaming a loud cursing the fallen bridge then the rain stops and all of a sudden huge wave of water graps me as the river starts flow again .
The shrapnels of the tree turn into blood and ground swallows it.Hastly you continue your way to the barracks then you see a man whos appearence is reckless with dirty moustachs ,his laughing and sayis with a low whisky bass sound "mul on tuolla pakkasessa lunta viimetalvelta ,mä kato ladon sen tohon oven eteen niin sä et pääse sisään"he laughs as u see a door and continue inside ignoring the man you dont understand.
First u see lots of cloths on the dirty floor air is thick with essence thats anfamiliar to you ,broken idols presenting old deities , some shattered. tv is on but channel isn´t set,bringing pale light to the room, that lights pictures and writings that are hanging covering the walls.As you slowly continue further you see what the pictures are presenting, they are family pictures and drawings of a little children.
Loud choffing breaks the silence and u see a door on to your left u peak inside and you see me lieing at a floor on mattress, hardly breathing looking pale, there are pills on the floor and as i open my eyes i give u a shocked look..am looking scared as hell.."i´m choking"..Then all of sudden the door opposite that room opens and u see me with my face covered with blood and the fresh cuts at my face ,i´m drunk as hell blood spills to the dusted floor and cloths.
"Do you want me to fucking kill you"i roar ..then we stare eachother for a moment and the door makes a loud bang as i enter back to the room and the third one opens.The room is full electronic gadgets ,monitors,consols.Loud heavy music coming from speakers i´m playing a game and as i see u i say"hey come in what do need ,so nice to see in person go on sit down calm down".The room is clean but i stand up and start to polish it ignoring you.You take one step further and accidentally brake one of the gadgets.You go pale and the monitors start show some hc porn ,cartoons travelling and sporting ,politics ,horror .I start to laugh and you feel more disgusted and mortified.
The fourth door opens u turn around and see me naked I´m smiling calmly and tears fill my eyes as i say "look now this is where your tour ends, adapt and as you can see all the doors are open exept this one even i dont have the key so bye"You turn around and leave feeling good about your latest achievment,but the feeling is soon over as i aproach you with an axe from the bank of the stream "again you have fucking judged me",but as for your surprise i walk past you, to a second tree theres a heart covered in it you leave and see a big smile as i start to cut the tree "i have done this so many times,that it fucking sickens me,but this way the winters are not so cold" ...So whats inside me my guts ,brains and heart.
Victoria Thorne said:
anyway lets let the former conversations be water under the bridge--- we are all here because of Dani--- and not here to make anyone feel bad in any way.
Therefore, I do hereby apologize for any harm i may or may have not done(that can be proven ;) ) to anyone weather it be physical or of the heart or soul.
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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on -
House, your piece reminded me of the words to these two songs.
Creatures Of The Night
by KISS
Searching in the darkness, running from the day
Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say
Victims of the moment, future deep in doubt
Living in a whisper until we start to shout
We're creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night, hey
Breathing in the madness, spitting out the lies
Searching for an answer, keep your alibis
Don't know where we're goin', just know where we've been
Remember when the clock strikes twelve, the losers always win
We're creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night, hey
Searching in the darkness, running from the day
Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say
Gathering up our courage, ready for the fight
Howling in the shadows until we start to bite
We're creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night
Creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night
The Night
by Voltaire
The day is the wife whom I elude
the one to whom I should be right
although forewarned by peers and kin
I always get into the night
Mother always warned me such
being a nocturnal soul besides just being simply strange
spawns from some illness of the mind
The night, she calls meshe calls me,
she calls me she calls me, she calls me
She sways in her velvet dress and pulls me towards her in the dark
while the others rest
Heed the call the time has come
for all you children of the night
Gather 'round like suckling dogs
mother's come she is the night
Come with me to the other side
Make the girl in black your bride
The night, she calls me she calls me,
she calls me she calls me, she calls me
She sways in her velvet dress and pulls me towards her in the dark
while the others rest
It just seems very strange to me
not her quiet lonely streets
and draped in all her mystery
could be so sweet and comforting
The night, she calls me she calls me,
she calls me she calls me, she calls me
She sways in her velvet dress and pulls me towards her in the dark
while the others rest
while the others rest
while the others rest
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Permalink Reply by Managorth Anora on -
That's some serious shit up there.
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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on
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Yay for necrophilia! "Walk me to the graveyard, dig up her bones" because "dead girls don't say no."
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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on
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I have a hard time picturing Lucifer begging.
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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on
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Whatever works for you. ;-)
House The Misfit Graves said:wait you like it?
Siiri Cressey said:
Yay for necrophilia! "Walk me to the graveyard, dig up her bones" because "dead girls don't say no."
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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on
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WEll you got a reaction -- just not what you expected. Hee hee hee. I figured it was meant to be darkly funny.
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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on
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What the Hell -- sure.
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Permalink Reply by Blake McFarland on -
'Twas at twilight dim --
B'neath the waves there came a hymn,
A lustrous chant -- daylight's vale
A shadow perch'd atop her sail.
Her bow betray'd by the absence of light
Her tomb ashore in the dead of night
A biting north-easterly gale
A shadow perch'd atop her sail
Her crew now wan by the chill of fright
Her crew now pallid b'neath -- star-light
O'er the wretch'd waters wail
A shadow perch'd atop her sail
Sullen skies and dismal shores
Abed upon the ocean floor -- a tomb forevermore!
No soul returned to tell the tale --
A shadow perch'd atop her sail.Once a year b'neath the waves
Amongst the tombs inside their graves
They rise to play -- dance and Hail --
A shadow perch'd atop her sail.
Sit down b'side me -- that I might sing
A ballad of a maiden fair
'Twas b'neath the misty moon of spring
Sojourn on earth -- my earthly stare
She drift'd on beams of midnight's gleam
Her soul a swollen trunk
Her treasures vast -- so tells the lore
Her lapping waves beseech'd the shore.
'Twas my feet -- that she met
As she wash'd upon the shore
'Twas my feet -- that she ador'd
My soul at sea -- forevermore.
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Permalink Reply by Siiri Cressey on
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Mmmm. Do you like Poe much? :-)
Blake McFarland said:'Twas at twilight dim --
B'neath the waves there came a hymn,
A lustrous chant -- daylight's vale
A shadow perch'd atop her sail...
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Permalink Reply by Blake McFarland on
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Ghastly ghouls of Castelul Bran
Your queen has come by night.
A facade of human flesh she bears
Is declined by the morning light.
Alas! No hymn to ward the weary
The many at rest are a feast for Marie
She stalks about the dead of night
Instilling a chill, an unforeseen fright
Your blood may be to her delight
A feast of plenty, the less - least any
Her charm -- the death of many
Until you greet dawn's welcome might
And you will have survived your plight
If you address dawn’s glorious knight
A jest to her is your smile for living
By dawn she will have her thanksgiving
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Permalink Reply by Blake McFarland on
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To oceanus, for whom I gave my soul.
Sit down b'side me -- that I might sing
A ballad of a maiden fair
'Twas b'neath the misty moon of spring
Sojourn on earth -- my earthly stare
She drift'd on beams of midnight's gleam
Her soul a swollen trunk
Her treasures vast -- so tells the lore
Her lapping waves beseech'd the shore.
'Twas my feet -- that she met
As she wash'd upon the shore
'Twas my feet -- that she ador'd
My soul at sea -- forevermore.
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