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Advice to the NervousWhen you walk out into the whispering night, And your skin is suddenly cold, And your chest is clenched by a lingering fright, And the air smells all dank and old,Advice to the Nervous
When shadows are stirring behind every tree, And footsteps are echoing wrong, And it seems that a thousand spirits are free, And following you all along,
When the moon is shining full up overhead, And the woods are thick all about, And the grass you step on is brittle and dead, And you can't see any way out,
Don't shoulder your coat up to cover your face, Don't hunch up your shoulders


HeadlessIf you can keep your head when all around are losing theirs, If you can see the autumn dawn of severed heads anew, If you can see the sun blocked out by clouds of floating hairs, Then can you really say that you're one of a lucky few?Headless
For fall is now upon us in this heady time of rain, That rain is red and bloody as it mixes with each head, The few that weren't decapitated swiftly go insane, And stand lonely, wailing out among the hordes of dead.
The autumn leaves don't fall off trees- it's yet more heads that do, The autumn wind about you carries with it yet more screams, &n
Hollow One
*bows*
Sorry for the late reply, I was very busy.
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I woke up and had this strange organic object in my hand. I've never seen anything quite like this before. It opened its eye and looked and me and said: 'How about an orange?'
Pleased to see these commenty majiggies for they mean you got home safe.
THIS PLEASES ME!
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"No, not hello, my arm, it's in a loom!"
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Spork Fu master!
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The only reason I don't tear chunks of flesh from people with my teeth is HIV. [link]
As a punishment I shall add you to my friends list!
~Sythiar alias Diana the Cat
Freaky art btw.
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I woke up and had this strange organic object in my hand. I've never seen anything quite like this before. It opened its eye and looked and me and said: 'How about an orange?'
As punishment, I shall add you to my friends list!
*fumes!!*
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*grins*
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I woke up and had this strange organic object in my hand. I've never seen anything quite like this before. It opened its eye and looked and me and said: 'How about an orange?'
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Impia tortorum longos hic turba furores
Sanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit.
Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro,
Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent.
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