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Posted: 8/4/2005 11:54:09 PM EDT

Again comes the sheening oils of glutinous confusion that seep and ooze and trap by wile those who are not in their place upon the wet hickory leaves. NO! There will be no more warning. The orange glances vibrating from your mirrored eyes will betray you if you do not imbibe upon the bitter sap that oozes from the Larches beyond the porch.

Surely you forsee the devilish intents and aquiline barbs that that are hidden beneath the silvered floorboards should the webby veil be cast aside and the Mollelique, who are seething with visions and who gnash their teeth, finish the pentagonal verses from the Vivificus Opusculus? Woe to those for whom the strings of the Righteous Fiddler are cut! Stand barefoot upon the wet Hickory leaves for the horror of the Duchilis will devour the prints of your soul as you approach the porch of the Rightous Fiddler lest you be numbered the same.

Posted: 8/4/2005 11:55:50 PM EDT

[#1]

Ok, I give, what is that?

Posted: 8/4/2005 11:58:03 PM EDT

[#2]

Stop it, YOU'RE SCARING ME!

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:02:11 AM EDT

[#3]

I tried so hard to understand that.

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:03:12 AM EDT

[#4]

Quoted:
Stop it, YOU'RE SCARING ME!

It is the nanobots you should fear poor soul!

If you have not read how the Mollelique are seething with visions, or how the Presttistia and their spawn await the commands, I fear for you.

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:09:14 AM EDT

[#5]

You sound like a psychopolitician...

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:10:56 AM EDT

[#6]

Quoted:
Quoted:
Stop it, YOU'RE SCARING ME!
It is the nanobots you should fear poor soul!

If you have not read how the Mollelique are seething with visions, or how the Presttistia and their spawn await the commands, I fear for you.

Did you take the ones with the F on it yet or forget the ones that were in the Thur?

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:10:59 AM EDT

[#7]

If you say so

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:12:11 AM EDT

[#8]

Quoted:
Quoted:
Stop it, YOU'RE SCARING ME!
It is the nanobots you should fear poor soul!

If you have not read how the Mollelique are seething with visions, or how the Presttistia and their spawn await the commands, I fear for you.

Nope. I'm still lost.

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:12:39 AM EDT

[#9]

Be warned, The Prince of Golgo spreads his seven avatars of falsity reflecting the sour waste of your soul that he mixes in his clyster of the damned. THE CLYSTER OF THE DAMNED!!! The Entity Of Shadows And Legs will come. Make your bed I say.

Do you not see the coming tentacles from beyond the dark? Do you not hear the crack of the Presttistia and their spawn as the hooks they drag snare the strings from their eyes? Do you not understand the rotted final fetor of bitter sap that must be endured to be received. Yea I say to thee, the strings of the Righteous Fiddler are numbered for you.

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:13:47 AM EDT

[#10]

If I read this out loud, will an evil spirit be summoned?

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:14:22 AM EDT

[#11]

THIS THREAD IS GAY

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Posted: 8/5/2005 12:19:57 AM EDT

[#12]

You have the quote, but no real proof.

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:20:10 AM EDT

[#13]

Have you forgotten to take your meds?

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:21:34 AM EDT

[#14]

Quoted:
If I read this out loud, will an evil spirit be summoned?

Your shoes are wet.

This has been foretold in the crawlspace of lost souls... for those who remember and have power.

Strip the trees and gather the kindling for the amalgamation has begun!!!

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:26:48 AM EDT

[#15]

Thou hast sinned! Gouge thy eyes and repent!

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:27:31 AM EDT

[#16]

Quoted:
You are not the King, nor the Prince, nor the Earl, nor the Duke of Togo! The strings of the Righteous Fiddler are numbered against you!

Just puppets all - for I have the proof and your threats and your lies will not deceive me.

A PROPHET is he!

A PROPHET among millipedes and porcupines!!!

The strings of the Righteous Fiddler are indeed aligned in a crimson harmonic of leaves and sap and broken twigs. The Flogtressors repel the flavor of their waves that flood your minds. The 13th hill of the place of the skulls lies not where all shall be raptured by the false truth of the "Entity of Shadows and Legs". Not this night.

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:32:38 AM EDT

[#17]

Quoted:
Quoted:
You are not the King, nor the Prince, nor the Earl, nor the Duke of Togo! The strings of the Righteous Fiddler are numbered against you!

Just puppets all - for I have the proof and your threats and your lies will not deceive me.
A PROPHET is he!

A PROPHET among millipedes and porcupines!!!

The strings of the Righteous Fiddler are indeed aligned in a crimson harmonic of leaves and sap and broken twigs. The Flogtressors repel the flavor of their waves that flood your minds. The 13th hill of the place of the skulls where all shall not be raptured by the false truth of the "Entity of Shadows and Legs". Not this night.

Millipedes and porcupines??

Oh GREAT! Stealth is a prophet, and we are all millipedes and porcupines.

Wait...or are we puppets.

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:36:03 AM EDT

[#18]

Aaaaaahuh...

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:48:14 AM EDT

[#19]

One pill makes you larger
And another makes you small...

Feed your head. Feed your head.

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:52:35 AM EDT

[#20]

Damned nanobots.

Posted: 8/5/2005 12:58:33 AM EDT

[#21]

Don't we have a religious forum for this ?

Posted: 8/5/2005 1:04:35 AM EDT

[#22]

Quoted:
Quoted:
Quoted:
Stop it, YOU'RE SCARING ME!

It is the nanobots you should fear poor soul!

If you have not read how the Mollelique are seething with visions, or how the Presttistia and their spawn await the commands, I fear for you.

He has not read from the pages of the Vivificus Opusculus that speaks of the firey apples rich in life and NOT of the cider nor the stem.

But you have.

What is it that you know, that I'm missing here

Posted: 8/5/2005 1:24:27 AM EDT

[#23]

That's what I expect when people drink and post, but I must admit The_Macallan does a much better job.... though it's still confusing to read.

Posted: 8/5/2005 1:40:28 AM EDT

[#24]

Go make ~~me a~~ us some sammiches.

Posted: 8/5/2005 8:58:49 PM EDT

[#25]

Quoted:
Damned nanobots.

Posted :: 8/5/2005 4:52:35 AM EDT
Last Edited :: 8/5/2005 1:06:43 PM EDT by Stealth

Your redactation alarms! Avoid the virulent barbs which milk and sap the bodily fluids and gird your loins for their treacherous orange-flavored lies which seep and soothe your Jungian essence.

How shall one know if the Mollelique, who are seething with visions and who gnash their teeth in the greylong shadows of this fictive and chimerical world, have begun to read their final verses from the Vivificus Opusculus and have thus dried the dew from the very last of the hickory leaves? Woe to those who have no carrots of their own. Woe indeed.

Posted: 8/5/2005 9:03:43 PM EDT

[#26]

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

Posted: 8/5/2005 9:18:26 PM EDT

[#27]

Same thing happens to me when I read to much Lovecraft.

Posted: 8/5/2005 9:35:59 PM EDT

[#28]

I could not, would not, on a boat
I will not, will not, with a goat
I will not eat them in the rain
I will not eat them on a train.
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!
I do not like them in a box
I do not like them with a FOX (ha ha Acct Locked!)
I will not eat them in a house
I do not like them with a mouse
I do not like the here or there
I do not like them ANYWHERE!

Posted: 8/5/2005 9:38:48 PM EDT

[#29]

my drunk threads are never this weird

Posted: 8/5/2005 9:43:00 PM EDT

[#30]

Quoted:
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

Indeed.

He knows to repel from all their mothy antennae and beacons and tiny glances that will surely betray you if you remain dry. You don't see the leaves gathering on the ground around you, orange and wet and red and golden for the foolish grin of the Volluscum has benumbed your count.

They gnash their teeth in the shadows of the world you create to hide their hooks and strings, all the while carrying on under the rot of their tyranny. Only the Great Octagen upon the porch will protect your mind from the 'He Who Slinks Between The Quanta Of The Chronos'.

Posted: 8/5/2005 9:43:29 PM EDT

[#31]

Quoted:
Quoted:
Quoted:
Quoted:
Stop it, YOU'RE SCARING ME!

It is the nanobots you should fear poor soul!

If you have not read how the Mollelique are seething with visions, or how the Presttistia and their spawn await the commands, I fear for you.

He has not read from the pages of the Vivificus Opusculus that speaks of the firey apples rich in life and NOT of the cider nor the stem.

But you have.

What is it that you know, that I'm missing here

The Vivificus Opusculus is the Book of Life.

Posted: 8/5/2005 9:55:14 PM EDT

[#32]

Quoted:

The Vivificus Opusculus is the Book of Life.

Thanks Steyr!

Posted: 8/5/2005 10:00:25 PM EDT

[#33]

Posted: 8/5/2005 10:05:05 PM EDT

[#34]

Damn, and I thought I had good medications.

Posted: 8/5/2005 10:13:55 PM EDT

[#35]

Quoted:
The Vivificus Opusculus is the Book of Life.

You have many carrots and your shoes are indeed wet. The strings that vibrate against the rotted twig-like fingers that stretch across the veil and enter the world we call our own are numbered well before you.

I fear those who remain dry and are lulled by the glances and turns and snared in the sap and shadows of the mirrors set before them by he who weeps the bitter vinegar. At the moment it comes, there will be no time for the weaver of time will be liquified between the quanta of chronos leaving nothing but the vilest fluent teeming with nanobots and lies and firey cold turns that will flow with the catamenia of the Presttistia over all who stand not upon wet hickory leaves.