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|Brandon P’naantan Pinkney|
@ijesuschrist, a dyslexic librarian walks into a bra
hey man, loving it, i’m impressed with anyone that does anything like this on their own, would you care to display the lyrics? especially the ‘of eden’ song
the beauty is within the finger pointing out the path, stereotyping the word fuck for fuck sakes alone, dark bullshit oozzes through the thoughts and minds of the downtrodden, pointing out the beauty found within the finger
@tine Hmmmmm okay.
She came into the house screaming, blood was splattered all over her little white dress. Her face was burnt with mortality, her eyes were stained with fear. She collapsed at my feet, cursing every godly being in existence, pulling on my shirt, pulling at my soul trying to pull me close. I looked down and smiled, cupped her pale angelic face, caressed her soft blood spattered cheeks. I bent down to capture her eyes, to dig them out of their home, she knew what she was evoking, she knew the time has come.
She whimpered, clutching at my hands, scratching at my wrists. She cried, “my love, my love, what have they done.” I smiled bigger, the black hole in my chest pounded faster. Unfurling itself, the creature was calling, the blood absorbed was bringing it solace. The blood from the massacre sunk in deeper. Fusing itself with mine, fusing itself with something far from divine.
hm, your mind… delicious. set that scene up for me so i can understand more fully, or continue, please, the darkness you describe is the hole i feel as well, what a dangerous thing
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The walls started boiling, the atoms started screaming. My love screeched in terror, anticipating what was whispering back, praying the thing she had beckoned would pity her reasoning, would allow her life to be spared. I sighed; I knew no matter how much she pathetically pleaded, the darkness would consume her light, consume her soul, consume the very essence that keeps her alive. My love understood, she understood what I could do. She understood the fate she gambled, she understood he was near.
I smiled, I smiled so deep. I kissed her warm cheeks, licked away her salty tears. Inhaling her smell deeper, inhaling her life away, inhaling her last breath, basking in the ecstasy of her sweet touch. She choked, falling deeper into my embrace. The atmosphere was vibrating, the creature was awake. In the distance he was laughing. I knew the time has come.
The chasm grew deeper, the darkness grew louder. Trickling down off her body, the blood pooled with power, the hole within me grew stronger, warping my soul into the sinner. Shimmering I fell, into the hole of my world. Into the plain where he awaited, into the universe I had created.
And there he sat, breathing in the last of her love, tossing her drained body back to the place where her pathetic existence remained. There he towered, there he laughed, there he was awaiting for my command. He knew what I wanted, he knew I couldn’t resist. “It’s time, Anamchara, it’s time to release this bliss.” I giggled, I laughed, with a stern gaze at the world around me, at the shadows that giggled in unison. At the creatures cawing, at the creatures tempting me to set them free, to the creatures who rocked in hyper clarity. To send them back to my world, to purge it all of idiotic blind hope, its what these creatures desired. They desired to be free, waiting for their master to bless them with this remedy. The remedy to purge, with the strength of him. With the power of me. It was time, it was time to bless them free.
noice! i especially liked -beblebubaa- and -i;sbf;usekbhvfip-, pretty deep man
What’s the difference between a goat?
Two elephants were flying across the ocean.
Hälge the elk was sitting in a tree with his pal. A submarine landed in another tree nearby.
Do you like DnB?
Are you into Swedish House?
Do you have a thing for complextro/electro house?
Maybe a bit more basic progressive house?
Perhaps melodic dubsteppy tunes strike your fancy?
Or are you more of a bagpipes person?
Just some noise I made to get to know my vst plugins a bit better.
I remember it like it was yesterday…
The atmosphere around the kitchen table never felt so tense.
It was unlike most nights.
Most nights we would talk. Most nights we would have fun.
The restlessness in my fathers eyes and the grind in his voice was enough to let us know something was wrong.
I looked at my mother as she walked in the room.
She looked back. I looked away. She sat down.
As we began to eat, a scratching was heard. It grew louder.
My sister got up to find where it was coming from.
She couldn’t find it.
My dad found it. It coming from behind a painting in the dining room.
He got up, put his ear against the wall.
Out of nowhere a half-man half-rat creature burst through the wall, tackling my father to the ground.
A struggle ensued.
My mother and my sister ran upstairs.
Thank everyone in this thread for this thread:
I wish all threads were like t-shirts that didn’t unravel, I’d like them to be brown, but not as white as bloodstained textile trees. Even, it would be more perfect as if that will ever happen on a regular basis wouldn’t be so special anymore if it were to be all colors at the same time. It just wouldn’t make sense to state that which is what or the other way around, because either way, the song that just started on the radio is a song. But how can it be a radio while really every radio seems to have both blue and wood in them. All radios are therefore not the same and equally different. Really, there is no difference between radios that propagate t-shirts that have white bloodstained threads on them. While this seemingly makes no sense, it really doesn’t if you look at it in the right way. But if you look at it in the wrong way, it will seem as if it isn’t untrue. While really all the truth is that remote controls are not always as visible as those that are more invisible. Some just have that special feature that makes food turn into drinks and drinks into remote controls that turns and twists until the very fabric and time are one. One and times make 2, the number 3 if you subtract from 5, while dividing the cucumber into more than 3 pieces. However, one piece may not provide piece for the whole world. Although you might think that one peace of a cake is made out of chocolate and the other cake is made out of chocolate, they are not what society wants you to think.
Cold and serene, heart pounding, I watched the scene unfold through the reality I had opened, ‘’this is madness,” my mind said. “what is this before me being released?” the window in the mind through which I sat perched, sensed him, black and warped, twisted, blackening the reality of the individual before me. Giggling, the individual that once was, swallowed the innocence before it, offering it as a blood sacrifice to the dark god growing within.
like an earthquake, the perspective bubble in which I sat started to lose integrity as a legion of voices shook the very foundation of the projection, growing louder and louder as the manic giggle changed in pitch to a manic gleeful cackle. distorted, insistent, and blind with rage, the voices spoke an unspoken command, “feed us, feed us, Feed Us, FEed US, FEED US!” i sensed the dark god’s power growing, entranced by it, i forget myself, and became lost within its expanding dark light,
this was a mistake, believing in my abilities to fully, i forgot the power of such beings, as it’s non-light expanded, it eventually touched the light of my perch. like an assassin realizing he has been seen in the act, the dark god and his minions all turned their gaze towards me, the cackling ceased, as even the individual’s awareness sensed a watcher, terrible was its gaze as it left the individual in my direction…
fuck yea man, thanks for links, i like various artists throughout those genres, to be enjoyed for sure
–Hälge the elk was sitting in a tree with his pal. A submarine landed in another tree nearby.
bullshit… don’t leave me hanging… what did this creature do next?
OMG, you have me rolling man
Ask me if I’m a boat.
A midget walks under a bar.
A dad buffalo and his son are hangin’ in the grass.
If you guys get any fish jokes let minnow.
–while dividing the cucumber into more than 3 pieces.–
see, while i agree that a cucumber is a genuine mathematical function, dividing it into 3 surely is not advisable, i say this because, if we consider all the radios, all the tee-shirts, and the bloodstains that drip from each, each drop can be measured by the chocolate society desires, which is peace, irregardless if the word irregardless is really a word in the first place
@tine, The legend of Man-rat is probably better not discussed any further.
i understand, government cover up huh?
@tine, government? Hahahaha don’t make me laugh. That’s child’s play.
This was the work of somethin far more powerful then any government. It came……….
From abyss : l
The rolling man
Time to go to sleep.
–No! I’m a fucking boat!–
iknorite? silly other question
WHAT!!!????! no, not again, i thought they closed that door….
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