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The Fistful of Blessings [Re: propensity]
#23163997 - 04/28/16 05:22 AM (7 years, 8 months ago) |
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Woa there, said ye, desolate waif! I put down my portents and my concomitant whistle livery, but ye merely scoffed at my deference.
What billowing fortitude do ye draw from, to course gently through the jagged riverbed of strip malls and copulating enemies, where others merely tumble unfettered, like garbage?
The bitumen of the ages will cover us like a blanket and carry us away to safe oblivion.
What champion is made of non-threatening waifs? Perhaps Gorboloth the Tumescent, but he was merely bloated with the weight of a thousand devoured dandy men.
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propensity
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Re: The Fistful of Blessings [Re: propensity] 1
#23163999 - 04/28/16 05:23 AM (7 years, 8 months ago) |
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Bob Debris here, come to bring you the good news about Bob Debris' Capitalist Eschaton, the last word in consumerist zealotry!
Bob Debris' Gleaming Capitalist Eschaton of Delight can do it all! No longer will you be burdened by any earthly need. You will live in an endless deluge of bilious bliss, your every need attended to. Every carpet cleaned, every vegetable chopped, every vision enhanced, every doorway fortified, every child sated, every item organized, every letter sent, every sink, toilet, drain, shower, bathtub and garbage disposal unclogged, every adhesive adhered, every back massaged, every hair removed, every fabric softened, every headache cured, every penis manipulated.
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propensity
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Re: The Fistful of Blessings [Re: propensity]
#23168577 - 04/29/16 09:22 AM (7 years, 8 months ago) |
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Perry Portmanteau was born of a pearl. Wrapped in his oily cloister, he prayed to the Salty Gods. Peering from the twisting cubist desolation of the Salt World, they saw his fear-cloaked piety and sent a Brine Archon to hear his plea and amend his suffering.
His face a swirling mirror of saline reflections making congress with the furtive hopes and dreams and aching cogs in old Perry Portmanteau's head, he spoke a single word. Perry crumbled into the labyrinthine chasm of his first gnostic seizure-coma, his mind like a leaf under the gale of a word of divinity.
In the unrelenting dreamworld of Perry's affliction and salvation, he was a can of beer. Most of his life was spent in the lifeless arctic prison we know as the refrigerator. He had not known suffering like this was possible. It was not long before a groping hand of staggering scale came fumbling for his brethren who stood, like him, as carefully arranged sentinels, motionless and geometric. One by one they were removed, and the sickening crack of their skulls giving way would sound from beyond the titanic door which imprisoned them no more than their complete lack of any form of conveyance.
At last, it was his time. The increasingly drunken hand coiled itself around Perry's cold metallic skull. He could feel its probing fingers finding purchase under the steely tab which adorned the crest of his cranium.
The deafening din of his libations being accessed was at once the sound of a can opening and the report of a rifle, and thusly Perry awoke, screaming in the dirt. He was an African antelope who had just been shot in the penis by an Englishman. Finding his legs unaffected, and rising to pluck his survival from the mustachio'd impertinence of the imperialist scum, Perry darted into the bush.
Tattered penis rippling in the dust of his escape, Perry was alive.
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And so it came to pass that Slapsound Fate-maker came down out of the verdant alpine meadows where sweet scented flowers blossom year round, leading a deadly host of a thousand thousands. Pale warriors they were, strong and fair; their spears shone like stars in the brumal sun, their golden banners fluttered leaf-like in the stinging breeze. On the blasted plains of Rising Musk they gave battle to the great Glass Heron, Ardeidae, whose lancing crystal beak had claimed the lives of so many of their kin. For six days, six hours and sixty six point six recurring seconds the battle raged, the legions of Slapsound charged again and again and each time they were driven back by the great crystaline armaments of the gigantic avian whose towering wings brewed up a hurricane and whose eviserating talons were diamond razors and whose arching neck and spearing beak were death. But lo! it was in that hour, on the brink of defeat and utter ruin, that Slapsound the Fate-maker remembered the sins of the havoc reeking bird, how stalking out of the marshes like a lanky destroying angel it had rent open the roof of the village temple and scoffed the gathering worshippers like minnows; and even as its hunger was stated it had romped about the town wantonly lancing the fair folk of Dwimmerdonk.
Rage cooked Slapsound's innards as he recalled the events of that grim day and his mood turned fey, leading a final charge of his finest warriors he plunged his spear and pierced the noisesome feathered guts of Ardeidae the Terrible; and in that moment, even in striking down his foe, Slapsound perished; for as the fate-guided spear delivered the mortal wound Slapsound was dashed to pieces by spasming pain-mad talons. The Glass Heron's opal feathers all stood on end and with its conquering wings beat a final vengeance; a flaying wind was brewed and in it many of Slapsound's people perished but at last the Grey Foe lay in crumpled ruin.
Slapsound the Fate-maker was buried near his foe and ever sweet smelling flowers were upon the mound, but they burned the reeking carcass of the Heron and in that spot the earth was irrevocably blackened unto the final day.
Edited by Mad_Larkin (04/29/16 11:55 AM)
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I WANT TO PAINT HIS WEINKY GOOOOOOOOOOLD
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Just wingin' it.


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Re: Yes, the Fasha [Re: Fenrir]
#23169752 - 04/29/16 04:14 PM (7 years, 8 months ago) |
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I 100% completely agree with what you are trying to convey with your posts (you know who I'm talking to, yes you, and therefore you understand what I'm referring to ) Don't let the hinderince and limitations of language deter you from expressing what it is you find so hard to convey to other people. "Your people" are out there, and we can read between the lines of what you say and fully understand every single intention to describe/relate (as well as the difficulty) behind the specific words you choose to communicate points of your subjective reality to others. If it's a good, proper and 'all cards on the table' discussion your after, there are a few of us out there that can adequately contribute, diverge and accompany you to the deeper levels of understanding without subconsciously imposing any subjective drawbacks on the 'shared' experience of communication.
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I walked into this room with stone walls. She was sat there, with her left hand placed firmly on her tush. Her right hand, caressing the thick stalk that built up giant beams of lights. Those lights burst from the tip and disintegrated the walls. 'Where am I' she said? Magic eyes called froglets and the dancing troupe of frog spawn began their milking of the she spawn. 'Who am I? She cried' moons collided and the apple trees dropped their fruit. I believe it was Easter when that happened, or was it the acid or the moons?
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I have an obsession with owls and death
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This whole threads just reminded me to get back to my life.
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Invisible_Woe

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Quote:
JustAnotherFreak said: This whole threads just reminded me to get back to my life.
I understand that you smash foot lick face but I think you need to understand that we weebble and wobble but never fall down okay? As soon as dennis gets through college we will be able to afford the pool for the yacht so don't worry. Its only a matter of time be four forks take in the road anyway. So just be gentle and make sure not to pass go and collect 200 apples. Peace in an incision.
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Re: Yes, the Fasha [Re: Magenta]
#23240785 - 05/18/16 03:53 AM (7 years, 8 months ago) |
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I dont hate anything.
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tyrannicalrex
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Fanigglegort.
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Cujllickduo



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Norweigman, which is the place for me out of these 2 countrys..
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Invisible_Woe

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Some kind of loli breakfast machine [Re: Cujllickduo]
#23243484 - 05/18/16 08:39 PM (7 years, 8 months ago) |
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JustAnotherFreak said: Norweigman, which is the place for me out of these 2 countrys..
sheit
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Edited by Invisible_Woe (05/23/16 01:51 PM)
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Quote:
JustAnotherFreak said: Norweigman, which is the place for me out of these 2 countrys..
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Re: Yes, the Fasha [Re: twighead]
#23243494 - 05/18/16 08:42 PM (7 years, 8 months ago) |
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*Does not include the Romp
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This is my complaint right. TV is the most unkinking, unhappening, unsucceeded piece of sheet in the hood right now. We've gotta get it, totally discount ya. More in the area, see? I'm talking more ragga, more boggle, more death metal and Belgian house. Do you hear me? Let's get TV banging, mud the far cuss.
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Big Raymond Gelatin here, Big Raymond Gelatin here. Big Raymond come to get ya here, Big Raymond come to get ya. Big Ray Gelly fixin' to come on down, Big Ray Gelly fixin' to come on down don't ya know.
Fit the bog hog with six girders and place upright in mine fields. Wait for savages, caress the plunger. Let a little sweat drip on it. Yeah. Yeah. Press it on down.
Savor the sweet heat, savages and meat. Empowered by the blood shower, no longer cower for hours.
I'm Matt Lauer.
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propensity
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Bing Bong the Riparian, was a particularly hairyman, who deigned to ask of the ferryman, "u wanna fite?"
Rory the ferryman, was a particularly scaryman, who turned to say to the carrion, "good nite!"
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