AUCTIONING....

VISITORS

A~aaa, ci ~ ti ~ ♥ ~ zens! Uterrly weary of their persecution? Overwhelmed by the deep, earnest desire to tear them apart to beautiful, bloody bits?

Suffer no longer!

Pick the visitor of your choice, claim immediate ownership*, stone and reduce to mere shrivels of no~thing immediately ~ ! The Inorganic Bank of Rosiel ( Read more... )

...in light of... ah... recent events... allow me to reproduce certain matters with some amount of accuracy:

HOLY DICTUMS ON WITCH HUNTS

I. Pyres are entirely too last season. Please keep in mind that stones leave excellent decorative patterns [consider elegant repetition over every visible joint for that special touch] in cranium areas, and ( Read more... )

Hmmmmmmm. When you tou~ch them, the little things bleed.

...oops.

private unto Brocklehurst, Joshua :: warded :: cursed

It bore no fruit. It bore no number. And the blood's gone wrong, all wrong. Sticky, sti~cky, just like tur~pen~tine.

You took your time to paint them gone ~ ♥ ~ can't we have kept them...?

[ooc: in which too much failed ( Read more... )

...ever so sorry, and still:

EVERY TIME YOU EMPLOY WORDS NOT OF MY LIKING


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Centuries - nay, millennia of angelic wisdom - and still I cannot understand…


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The House of Dream in waiting, and Dream himself unseen.

So be it.


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Simpering fools... idiots... imbeciles... cretins... choke on it, choke on it, choke - perish your entrails, perish your thoughts, perish, how dare you - how dare you --

YOU ATE ME?!

"Jello" or "blob" or what have you, that is enough and it was mine and who did this ?! You bemoan the absence of a visage today? I shall rip your eyes out, all of ( Read more... )

You… all of you… I don’t care how much you’re hurting - how much you bled - who antagonized you - or why - I don’t care if this is memory or delirium or dream - I don’t care.

You cannot - CANNOT - leave me alone. You cannot do this to me.

Wake up. WAKE UP. What manner of affront is -- Wake up.

Then their word bides that Sandalphon has fled. ( Read more... )

Well, undead existence must be so very tedious, and truly now, such a taxing diet? Does anyone think of the vampire brethren these days? Really, now, they think of your jugular.

With that in mind, we should all endeavour to be a more tightly knit society - in fact, I propose to extend the Samaritan, welcoming, loving hand and perhaps arrange for ( Read more... )

This will be an unprecedented, memorable event that will bear no further repetition of my direct enterprise. Circumstances, however, bring me to despair:

IN THE NAME OF GOD, TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF!

A few dictums made hereon necessary:
♥ ~ spandex is a privilege, not a right.
♥ ~ your hair is neither allowed to weigh more than you, nor absolved of ( Read more... )