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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 20, 2017 10:51:21 GMT -5
I wish that last post had made some sense
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 1, 2017 12:41:31 GMT -5
The creeping death was nearby. It was a thing to be dreaded and Hal Jones did dread it with every fiber in his being. He was hardly the first man targeted by the awful situation. The creeping death was famous over the entire planet. It was a doom not to be avoided even by the most red blooded and courageous men.
Hal sat alone in his little apartment and thought about how he would miss all his things, his sports collectibles, his video games, his books...all of it. The good life was over and that was a fact for the creeping death was on its way. In less than a week it would be all over and that would be that. Many men had fallen prey before but that offered scant comfort to a man who knew his time was near.
He rolled a joint and savored the fresh buzz. This too he would miss, it would be impossible once the death took him. So sad and depressing, and he would surely miss his good friends and all the fun they had.
There was little to look forward to, or was there. Who could say once the creeping death came. The stories of those that had been taken conflicted. Some even suggested a kind of bliss was promised by the creeping death. Who could say for certain until they crossed over? Every man had to make that journey alone...or did they? The creeping death was a mystery in many respects. Some had survived mostly intact but the experience changed them in ways they couldnt precisely explain. It was all such a dark dreaded mystery you see.
Hal sat and pondered, and did a little drinking. His emotions ran the length and breath of excitement and back to blackest dread. His wedding day was just around the corner and he had to face it like a man...if he could.
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 5, 2017 18:23:06 GMT -5
all you got to do
is just keep running
stay ahead of it
all of it
you can do it
you are faster
quicker
and have plenty of stamina
don't let them fool you
into thinking they have you
just keep running baby
outdistance them all
prove how tough you are
by being sensitive
and understanding
an old soul
blessed with deeper
meaning
they can never catch you
if you keep going
keep showing
us all how to do it
stay out front
think things through
pay attention to what matters
dash away
over hill
and across deep divides
just keep running
and do it forever
because you
can
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 17, 2017 1:37:52 GMT -5
gasping for air
I fear that
I care
a bit to much
about this and that
and other non such
people it seems
are much to hard
to mold
they leave it to others
and dedicate
themselves
to smother
out the life
and dreams
of those that
dance, from day
day to day
on a wire
looking down
into the pit
where dark things lurk
but what to do?
carry on we must
don't tarry or rust
on us to much depends
God send us
our wings
so we can soar
put it all below
in a big brown
sack
life's pointless
little thimbles
and tacks
and with an iron
fist we fight
on and crush
upward we thrust
and tomorrow
in ourselves
we trust
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 22, 2017 23:50:57 GMT -5
coiling
and undulating
the bane of mankind
they slither
and slide
in unknown places
they hide
cursed by God
they brought death
to Adam
there in the garden
Eve was perplexed
enchanted and vexed
now they crawl
on their belly
hated and hunted
serpents they be
dwelling mostly unseen
no friend of man
or unsuspecting rodent
death is their calling card
and secrecy their religion
madmen handle them
to tempt God
fools
disgusting and perverted
take them
and perhaps
all be forgiven
or is it all true
by satan you
are driven
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Oct 23, 2017 0:16:51 GMT -5
coiling and undulating the bane of mankind they slither and slide in unknown places they hide cursed by God they brought death to Adam there in the garden Eve was perplexed enchanted and vexed now they crawl on their belly hated and hunted serpents they be dwelling mostly unseen no friend of man or unsuspecting rodent death is their calling card and secrecy their religion madmen handle them to tempt God fools disgusting and perverted take them and perhaps all be forgiven or is it all true by satan you are driven Very good. Thanks. its amazing what you can do when you uncoil and spread your slithering words with a venomous hiss, in the ear of satanicus and to the spies of Yig.  |
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 23, 2017 1:10:16 GMT -5
the spies of Yig are everywhere, even Uranus
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 23, 2017 1:42:23 GMT -5
beautiful ghost
in my darkest dreams
haunting me
beckoning
tempting me
with that smile
dark haired enchantress
red lips
and black eyes
dressed in white
or nothing at all
your arms so smooth and pale
have you come
to drive me mad?
or remind me
of my sadness
and desperation
whatever
I cannot escape
that will never change
your reaching limbs
and come hither
charms
only point the way
to the tomb
because you haunt me
and you taunt me
but I resist to the end
because your embrace
is ice
and your name
is death
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 23, 2017 1:43:10 GMT -5
hey its halloween!!!!!
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 16, 2017 20:19:21 GMT -5
confused world
running in vain
tripping and sliding
dealing with pointless
and meandering
dreams
maybe I should just laugh
but people dont like that
they want you to suffer
like them I think
to much drugs and drink
unless youre Conan
but hes not real
or is he
I need his sword
should get to hacking
No im a wimp
I lead by hiding
its a different way
maybe not better
when in doubt
check out?
got to many women
lots and lots of them
Im somebody they can use
wish I had conans sword
and some of his other
weapons
wink wink
plus he kept moving
very clever man
never stay in one place
be a moving target
out of sight
out of mind
wait, Im already out of my
mind
I said I was confused
so there
pardon me
while I go look
for a sword
or at least
refill
my viagara
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 16, 2017 20:21:03 GMT -5
ok, I feel better...man I enjoy the quiet...it really is a freaking jungle out there.
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 19, 2017 9:43:50 GMT -5
Are you a witch
beautiful temptress
with your red hair
and lovely features
it would probably
be damn near impossible
to not love you
I admit I want to be
with you
but are you truly
as evil as I think
you could be
you move quickly to
your cups and
potions
and your dancing
would entice a God
Ive never met
anyone
exactly like you
with so much promise
and surrounded
by such danger
I have to much at risk
yet I cant resist
its a strange existence
a maddening persistence
like wishing for
a disease
that would make you happy
while it kills you
I want it
I cant have it
I need it
its the last thing I need
Satan in the shape
of a goddess
maybe its me
who is the dark one
with a sick soul
and a meandering
way
that makes no sense
that is self destructive
who is afraid
and fearless
who suffers
from a mad
kind of sanity
who is building a
compliment of sins
that I can atone for
or is it this thing
called free
that calls
the call of the wild
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Nov 19, 2017 16:31:46 GMT -5
Are you a witch beautiful temptress with your red hair and lovely features it would probably be damn near impossible to not love you I admit I want to be with you but are you truly as evil as I think you could be you move quickly to your cups and potions and your dancing would entice a God Ive never met anyone exactly like you with so much promise and surrounded by such danger I have to much at risk yet I cant resist its a strange existence a maddening persistence like wishing for a disease that would make you happy while it kills you I want it I cant have it I need it its the last thing I need Satan in the shape of a goddess maybe its me who is the dark one with a sick soul and a meandering way that makes no sense that is self destructive who is afraid and fearless who suffers from a mad kind of sanity who is building a compliment of sins that I can atone for or is it this thing called free that calls the call of the wild Sounds like you met another one of my very special Coven members: most of em are the best and the worst of female powers combined - all rolled beautifully into one stunning form. Thanks for your poems from your weird magic mirror. |
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 20, 2017 0:32:59 GMT -5
yeah I met someone...wild and wicked and fatally irresistable
and totally buxom
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 8, 2017 3:40:18 GMT -5
I drift in a mist
but it is soft and moist
like a sea
of temptation and slightly
decaying dreams
soft breasts and silent long
nights
pull me on
into a sort of oblivion
meant for only me
and that fucking other
guy
who is me also
but maybe we can
work together
and who knows
perhaps even we
evil and decayed
can serve God
in our own sad
and shy way
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