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<5evill>

Et ole.

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Sanoin ensimmäistä kertaa elikolle "ei saa leikkiä ruualla"

Vivamort kiekotteli tassuilla herkkunappulaa lattialla. Ja toinen lopettaa leikkimisen...

Niin hyvin koulutettua kisseä. Toisaalta myös...

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<5evill>

Olet.

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Small Book (8/20)



Seuraava.



Something To Dismember
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It started with crooked horn,


playful snatching, tearin soun...


Hi. Hello. We've never met before. At least I don't quite recall it.

Quite accurately.

Are... So what's your name? Beg your pardon?


Nah, it's okay. I don't know anyone here too. Let's keep it a secret.


Oh, so you've been having a good time lately.

Cool, +1


So, you've been to that table yet?

They're serving some wonderful beverages and nibbles that just. Melt. In. Your. Mouth.


Oh, *haha* names have meaning you know

Nomen est omen.

(And all that bullshit you can google.)


You want to talk about shoes.

Sure.


Dance the dance Lamarre.


It doesn't.

You can climb a million shapes. And you are still there...


An avalanche of versimilitude.


And cover me in kisses and caress.


Please do.


And throw my own words, back at me? I guess, sticks-n'stones.


Keep on talking, while I'm having ((this inner monologue) just a good time with you))


Look into my eyes, lover.


Is there anything left.


Right?


Was there anything to lose?


Never forgot.

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When I wanted U you gave me G. Minor mistake. Well bach....!

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XXXIII
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Aukenen ja kylkiluihini pultatut kehdot heilahtavat

tanssin ja syljen

en voi palata takaisin

tie on ruosteessa

hän kielsi minua palaamasta

kertomasta sinulle

olkoon se meidän tienviittamme

syntimme

jota pelkään koskettaa

hiivit lähelleni pidättäen hengitystäsi

se on

totta

Rantakiviä ja sydänverta.

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<5evill>

Small Book (7/20)
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Seuraava.

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<5evill>

SAUUUNA!

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<5evill>

Lähettämäsi kohde Kawaii cats!(also doge) (≚ᄌ≚)ℒℴѵℯ❤ on poistettu.
Syy: "힐링되는 귀여운 고양이와 개 웃긴영상 2018 -..."

Onko täällä management vaihtunut!?
Ai niin juu, se tais olla joku korealainen video :D

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Unfading Recollection (Far Fetched 18/18)
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Narrator - Cicero

This is a fable that was once told me by a candle-light. I quite vividly remember laying down and feeling quite sick; of myself and also physically. As I strode and hoisted myself on a stool to stare at the mirror, I could see myself withering away. A paltry thing with a silver surface to me, but with its decorations and ornaments fit for the castle that was my abode. It is really me, not the mirror I’m telling you about.


What is my name?


The caretaker Milbith hoisted me up and bathed me when I soiled myself. And it happened all the time. It was war-time and there was no time for growing up. The silent history of the victor’s hue of things gone would erase us all from time, place, meaning…


What was my name?


Before Helena there was a woman; I think she might have been my mother. A willowy thing that spoke to me only by touch alone, she was ethereal and I now know that I was faé-touched. But that world sunk and I was left behind and grew strong. They gave me a name.

Then I carved my own. Again and again. Through sorcery I lived longer than one ever should, travelled far and wide, strayed away from the fights I could not win and ruthlessly took from those who called me pupil. I regret killing them for their secrets, but it still doesn’t matter. *wake up Cicero!”

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Narrator - Helena

What is the essence of men?


So he met the fuck-face he calls Mark Antony and they’d gathered a sizeable amount of an army, both resorting to burned-earth tactics. Kind of a no-way situation out for both of them. Well, at least that is what I said when he first told me that he was “thing-king” at the time... They foolishly relied on magic; of all things. Puff-the-magic-dragon gonna save the victor today, kinda shit.

Well they both died at the battlefield. Mark, whose real name is Iblis by the way, just decided to be a giant dick about the death-thingy and… *It’s all perfect, the murals, I could wonder here for ages…*


Well Cicero died, I brought him back. I’ve told you this part already. I’m digressing anyway.

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Narrator - Katelma

The bedroom is resplended with imagery and décor of all that one could, should or even should not desire.

There is a large circular opening in the ceiling. It should be dark outside, but it is just the sky up in there. Blue upon blue; with just a few wisps of smoke.

Mark comes in after them and his henchmen seize Helena instantly with chain and web. Cicero is oblivious to his surroundings, intent on staring at the hole.

Kneeling beside him, Mark breathes words into Cicero’s face, triumphant. He congratulates the slouching crumbled form on his successful plot to ambush Katelma. It would be out of the picture for some time still.

Raising his razor-like finger, he rips open Cicero's left nostril spilling a stream of blood over the shining stone masonry; and turns away angrily snarling and then sharply kicking a pedestal, cracking it in half. The splinters have no time to reach the floor before he holds up his ornate battle-claw in a “Do-it-now-motion.”

One of the men quickly comes over to gather the blood into a small watering can, tilting Cicero’s head backward just a … little… bit. It licks it lips, eyes wandering to the red pool gathering, like a rising tide, at their feet.


*“Wake up Cicero!”*


They start to ransack the place at leisure. Wings start to form on all of their backs. Most stop to look and touch. Mesmerized by the surroundings and changes all around them and within themselves.

Cicero whispers. His smile does not make Mark happy.

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Narrator – Yours Untruely

What are you made of?


"Is it all you hoped for? This journey was always mine. You will find nothing you can use here. All that you are and I still can call you fool..." He had prepared for this for so long. And the enemy was within his grasp.

The Mark-thing lunges at Cicero shoving his minion with the blood-can away. It kicks Cicero to the floor. He bleeds, smiles; they lock eyes and he nods closing his. He clutches a shriveled piece of fabric from the enemy’s cloak in his hands.

She turns away and barrels through the one holding the net. She's out of the door of the pinnacle apartment in an instant.

The rest of the killers start screaming. No... squealing!

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Narrator - Caroline

"Its gibbering form ripples the very air, heaving breaths creating odd angles and impossible geometry. One of Antony's men shrinks on his knees weeping and clawing at his face, the blood turning into cherry blossoms that fill the room with a fragrant smell, while another wanders towards the balcony, her intent clear. Suddenly her back is snapped backwards, breaking like stick. Her leering face between splintered doll-legs is a macabre grimace of bliss. All the faces that come out of the hole swirl into view, each more disturbing than the one that… and carry no resemblance to any emotion that should be etched in memory. Many of the men rip themselves apart starting at their wings. A flash of light embeds a flower into a man’s head. He sings. He’s still alive. Two people are trading body parts while playing chess with their intestines. Time starts to feel alive. It’s only been what… two weeks and I’ve hardly even though how well the rotten pears from that fruit bowl on the floor would go with my left hand. Tasty, I think and now hum to myself for hours. The hole is closing. It is coming here! This corner was safe! I was safe! I cannot tell you anymore, I’m the one trying to fall from the balcony. I yearn to dive away from the blue. The singing."

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Narrator - ?

The stairway doors are all open and askew. Ripped from hinges. The staircase heaves like an animal breathing. That explains the masonry and the workers trapped in this spiral of dreams. Hah! More like a spiral of nightmares. His blood droplets are everywhere already seeping into the steps. Mark is running down the stairs. Not this time!

So old. Weary. Too slow.

Helena has looked into one of the corridors. She’s a statue frozen in horror. Hissing can be heard behind her stony form.

“Come closer and I’ll bite…”

Cicero shoots it through the head, then laying down his cracked mirror-mask, last relic left to him still. It spills on the floor, flakes like dying embers in the night.

He hugs the statue.

Warmth and vigor flow.

Young again. Mighty again.

Together again. Memories flood.

A new purpose. This must be what it feels like to be...

He stumbles and falls down at the sheer beauty of it. I was so wrong!


He severs his name from permanence. A name given is burden taken. No brand of power shall discover it now.

“And now I will remember all of my lives."


Exiting the Spiral he sees the enemy entering a portal raising his fist in a mocking salute.

Hunt begins with a slow trot. They can be saved.

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<5evill>

>>164554

Fuck your echochamber. Kuviinliittymättömät kommentit ovat vain perseestä.

Eihän mikään estä jokaiseen neekerinhirttokuvaan laittamasta kissakommenttia.

Opettele käyttäytymään mäntti. :3

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Small Book (5/20)
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Seuraava.

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<5evill>

Hain eilen ison läskiburilaisen Wallen Noutogrilliltä. 4/5 kun laittoi itse hieman suolaa pihveihin. Ranskalaiset oli kans hyvin bueno.

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Käytin Mr_Pihvi poissa piilotuslistalta. Heti naiskikkeli etusivulla. Takaisin meni. :D

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<5evill>

Small Book 4/?
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Seuraava.

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<5evill>

Syitä miksi pitää aina puoli kiloa suolaa povarissa.

1) Etanat

2) Esoteerinen magia (esmes Santeria ja Satanistinen magiikka(

3) Hyvä maunvahvenne

4) puolen kilon tiili hyökkääjää päähän (itsepuolustus)

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Syitä miksi pitää aina vadelmahillopurkkia taskussa.

1) Voit voidella persvälin ja mennä pukubileisiin ja kutsua itseäsi vohveliksi

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Hyytävä
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Neljättä kertaa sormeen viiltää,
paukkuu paraati, seuraavan kerran läpi,

vasemmalla on aamunkoi, toisaalla tie
edessä hevonen ja ratsastaja taivosien saattaja

Polveen, ja uudelleen
tulenko vierellesi, murskaan hymysi pitkin kaakeleita

Valittujen aamu, sylki pitkin kyynärvartta
Toisen kerran, pyytää ja annetaan.

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Small Book 3/?
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Seuraava.

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<5evill>

Huomenta! Huomenta! (köysi kiristyy amerikan presidentin sphinkterin ja muiden suorottien ympärillä)







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<5evill>

Jos pidätte western nudist niin katsokaa True Grit - klassikko

https://m.imdb.com/title/tt1403865/

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Small Book (2/?)
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Seuraava.

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<5evill>

Söin just heilauttamalla @viskikola :denin ja @hapsi_ :denin ja nyt mulla on vatsavaivoja!

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Unworshipper
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When you repeat a word so many times that it starts to sound like nonsense and loses meaning.

A litany even.

No words then, no epilogy, just a life-bloom bloodborne effigy. Travelling through time.

What is thy will.

You take away my golden dreams and my visions of paradise, in its place you wake me up and hand me your reasons and facts and crude reality. You have ruined my life. If I commit murder or hang myself, let the god I used to pray to repay you in full.

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<5evill>

Sonja on paikallaan, vaikka onkin bannittu tekemästä seuraavia asioita

1) laittaa omaa sisältöä pelkällä linkillä
2) kommentointi toisten pääsivupäivityksiin

Lääkkeeksi Sonjaan ja hänen mahdollisiin medioihin/kommentteihin

[oma profiili] Asetukset -> Piilotukset viivan alla --> Käyttäjänumero 1 ---> Piilota

Et näe enää Sonjan postauksia tai kommentteja.

your results may vary and may contain nuts

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