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1.
Veins Pop 03:11
"Every junky knows the fear of collapsing a vein. Not for the health risks like any normal person might think. Nope. Just the dope dread. An instant panic filled terror which disembowels you like harikari for a few moments of time that to a junkie seems like eternity in a loop. Waiting to see if your god still acknowledges your prayers of faith. By letting the drip hit. Terrible tragedy to miss a lifeline like that and sink in the missed blue vein blues. Like drowning in the ocean I suppose. While being eaten half alive by sharks is probably a bit more accurate. I would swim with the hungry bastards without hesitation if someone dropped a loaded spike as chum bait. Chump. You might think but you don't know where heaven is or if it even exists! Me, my friend, can describe every last detail of GOD's face! I have gazed upon the omnipotent so many times his ugly mug is ingrained on my soul and my arms. I also am a personal friend to Satan himself. The split footed cock sucker. Go there right after the other. Like some elevator runs at light speed. Rush kills you near every time but it never gets old. Just like most us plungers. Not everyone can be old bull Lee and live to see everyone else die off first. But it's worth a try every time. Solely for another chance to swim with the sharks. God is ugly but my god i kiss that holy mug of face right on his pouty lips whenever I get to go there. Then a straight trip to hell shortly after every time is even made some what pleasurable by an old pro like myself. Cause I know I'm only seven circles and a few blocks away from being sent back to the big guy, First class. Them that know. Know I ain't wrong in any detail given. This is a gift from the bastard for being made in his ugly image. And I don't smash mirrors anymore because." * * random alley graffiti
2.
"This is a sliced up life here. A piece slashed off by a deranged maniac out to collect for a fix. A hell raised just high enough for a tiny taste. The old abyss don't take too long to burn eyes from their sockets. Careful then lest you want to shatter them funny looking red glasses my pretty roses. This is as an unfortunate lifetime where a women who in of herself is inhuman can create in every good sense a wonderful and lovely baby. Pure and innocent as she is wide eyed and caring. On top of that this inhuman mother is shoot 'em up, suck 'em down full fledged bonafide junky whore, murderer and thief. Mean and ugly. She's bit cock heads clean off like some sideshow geek. Just so she can rifle through the screaming Johns pockets for anything extra to slide down her insides a la veinious injections. The latin root of a the dope fiend who life aborted into an unliving flesh machine which gives birth every year or so though very few of these poor wretched creatures survive past hooked coat hangers and bingers of any and all inhibitors that make the whole beat generation skip off their groove with but one night on and within the town with this one. Evil and repulsive, she could still hold men in trance if she caught any whiff of desperation perspiring from an itchy crotch. Knocked up as many times as knocked down in abuse. Some did manage to escape. Through death or abandonment were now the lucky ones. Though she witlessly decided to keep one around for the call of motherhood is a loud one few ignore. deplorable or not this one and like a feline with many toms after burst out one or two for disgustable sadism to breath upon in unimaginable new wicked she mares up. One of these most damned to bare such suffering was a little one named Jenny. but she doesn't know that because they never told her. She goes by Penny as the joke runs in household barely holding up slouch. She is an angel, a penny back from heaven, U.S. mint... on the inside. That is though her existence and circumstance though might digress any such holy beliefs held by most. She stood firm unwavering steadfast. She was 10 and she was the smartest cookie that was ever crumbled. Oh pish posh apple sauce. She is our no armed limbless wonder child born to a junkie mother who lives to shoot up in hers. She is a miracle. It's a rough one and it exists in many someone, somewhere, sometimes in cities you've never seen and landscapes you've never even imagined nor ever will likely. Count your blessings, ingrates. Let's start by opening up our bibles, or rather bile of a random dead junkie's rants. Give you one guess what it's going to be pertaining to." "Old Scratch the Junky Prince" .|.
3.
"Sissy got it the worst. She wasn't supposed to live more than a week. She says if it was up to her. The week would be over fast. She gets grumpy when she is reminded of her disposition. But I still love her. Even if the rest don't." "<3 Penny"
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"An aubade from the sod whom raise blades very odd." 'a poem for grass' -unknown "As though we were monsters... who foraged through graveyards." -H.P.L. "The tender secret influence that passed... into (them) and other children... could not rise again... no never." -Darger
5.
"oh sure I have lots of friends! They come visit me all the time so I'm never alone. They sound the same as you and me when they talk too. But they look different than the people on TV look. They are harder to see because they are always moving so fast. Playing and dancing and singing. They never stop having fun. Even when they jump into shadows so they can recharge their breaths or something. They still never stop fluttering sounds from where their mouths should be. They live in the shadows but don't ever have to sleep, so they keep me up all the time. They're going to take me with them one day they promised to underneath where the whispers are. They said it's always so quiet there on that side it makes you sleepy and it hurts them real bad to stay up past bedtime. Which is always. So that's why I don't mind when they come to visit me though they can make some really loud noises sometimes that wakes DADDY up and gets me in trouble. Because when they're here with me that doesn't hurt them any more they said. All the bad pains go away inside them and they get warmed up inside. They all seemed so lonely just like me that they attracted on me they said. Like I was calling for them in the dark but my voice was a light turned on or something. They told me I can go live with them too! And we decided all to become best friends forever and never be cold or sleepy again if I go with them to where they live down below somewhere. They said that I can play in their shadows until I fit into my own which they said is growing in my tummy and just needs to get bigger first before it fits and I can hide better. Forever they said too and even promised Sissy could come too. Even though she doesn't want to because she's a scaredy cat! But they said they'll bring her with for me anyways and real soon too they told me and I know they meant it because they made me cross my heart and swear on my future children's lives which made me giggle and they got mad so i did it and stick a needle in my eye. Like mommy and DADDY does all the time in the arms they hurt but it is worth it because they be nice for a little bit. So I know it's fun and good kinda because that's when they only smile really and mean it. They can be real nice sometimes but not alot before going to sleep. I can do anything I want then and I do. Like go with my friends here. Or I will but somebody is afraid. All I got to do is listen to what my best friends tell me to do and be ready to do it too. They talk really fast you know you have to slow down your breathing till your almost you know when you hear them though. it hurts and the echo never goes away but do it what they say and really fast when they do they said. Without thinking once more in blinks of an eye and other things what I heard them tell me. But some things I won't tell you. You will have to guess. Ha Ha. It will be fun. A guessing game. Sissy will play next. Awe. Nobody wants to play. They do that. Disappear and come back all the time. I know I can do that good too if they let me. i like your shape its better than mine. im not sure if they have a face but i dont care so I'm ready to I'll show them how good of a best friend I can be. And Sissy has to come even though she won't be quiet saying oh fool shut fuck as she poops her bed like always. But I'm older so I'm the boss. And I say we descend like they said. Whatever they tell me. Faster than your eye blinks. You'll see we vanished. Gone away for good. We will laugh hard then like when tickled by the rat hair. Poopy pants is going. You will see. She makes me so mad sometimes. I get upset and wish bad things but I take them back really quick too. Sorry sissy." "<3 Penny" "Many things go unseen that are right in front of your face breathing." -Sumguay S. Nodiril
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"Sissy doesn't have a tongue but she speaks perfect English like the TV to me still. I hear it in my thinking but I got to close my eyes and think real hard about it and I can hear her laughing and singing and she knows so many songs you wouldn't believe it. She makes them up I swear but she promises over her bad heart she learned them long ago before this time once when she was someone else. That's what she says anyways. I think she should write stories for the TV people. She's so good at it. My foot is tired so that's all now. Bye bye." "<3 Penny"
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Pet Carcass 03:20
"His name is Mister Whisker Kitty. Like the one that the TV shows sometimes. He's just mine. Sissy doesn't like him. She said he's smelly but I don't mind if he is stinky because he's my little baby kitty. I have to keep him in the secret place under-- wait! Uh oh. I can't tell you where because, it's a really really big secret silly. Nobody knows about it but me and Sissy. We have to hide him from DADDY or else he'll take him and will break him again and bury him the yard. But I will get my kitty. Because it's my kitty. He came in the house on a flute. Is that how do you say that when a miracle just happens but nothing did it? Like there is no god doing it. It was my lucky day. A Flute. It was the happiest day i ever remember because you know I always wanted a kitty real bad but DADDY hates them. He hates everything but all animals the most especially. So one day just out of the blue in walks this dame. ha ha :) He he I saw that on the TV and I remembered it because I liked it. How it was all blue from the outside colors. I heard that on a movie that was so good. But I don't know its name. But really I swear one day I sneaked out of the room and I just saw him just sitting there by the door to the outside. He was so small he crawled through a little hole in the wall by the door. And at first we saw each other i said hello but and he meowed at me first. So I knew we were going to be best friends forever then. Then I got him water and i stole some meat that DADDY brings from work and i made him purr and purrrr for so long. And he was happy he went to sleep and I did too with him on my belly. I woke up and DADDY had him. I could hear him meowing for me. then he stopped. I wish he was how he used to be awake and meow and purr. DADDY said he's allergic to all the kitty's the most and that they make you sick and and go mad then. And then also how they eat your face after you die in your own house. Like he said if you die in it like I will. He said only mean stuff forever. He's not even the real dada. He was sick and died. But he was at least nice sometimes. But No no don't tell him that or he gets real sore. But you know what? I wouldn't care if Kitty did that to me. If he was hungry and i am dead anyways so i wont even care. DADDY is allergic to anything that's fun or happy. He said we give him allergies too. That's why we have to stay in here only and have to take our medicine like what he wears his uniform for. I love my poor kitty. Sometimes once I can felt him purring at night when it was real cold and I keeped him warm by curling up with him. Like the mommy cat does on the TV. And I know I can feel him getting warmer and we did warm each selves all night. I love my Mister Kitty Whisker little guy. Poor little broken baby kitty. I hate the DADDY so much. I wish he were broke instead. Sorry kitty. Bye Bye. Got to hide." "Love you kitty. "Be Good Kitty." "<3 Penny" ███████ ██ █████ "The things that make us the happiest in life shall always remain ephemeral under our love." --Sumguay S. Nodiril ██ ██ █████
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"I saw people all the time in them on the television. I watched out the secret crack Daddy don't know about in the attic crawl. I can see the road where kids go to school sometimes I can see them. But I've never seen one in a wheelchair yet. but still from television they look fun and i could go places like in the hallway and kitchen real fast. Sissy could finally play too. Sometimes she likes to sit up for a bit sometimes before it hurts too much. But I bet she'd love it even if it hurts still. She'd laugh and giggle and we'd sing and play outside. We'd make believe all sorts of fun things to do. I know she would love it. ❤ 4 my sissy." "❤ Penny"
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Kaput! 05:27
"Snoopy dog was on TV one time and DADDY said we could stay up and watch him. He also flew airplanes for DADDY's favorite sports team. He shot more other planes down he was in moralized or something. When he got dead finally at the end he said 'KAPUT!' Which means he really won DADDY said. I remember because that night he forget to whip away our sins for the angels to feed. Hopefully they weren't too hungry I felt bad. But only on the inside not on the outside like always. That was the funnest night ever! DADDY fell asleep too and we both stayed up and watched cartoons all night. All animals like rats and bunny rabbits made us laugh so hard and loud to each other. Me and Sissy still laugh together but quietly whenever one of us says KAPUT! then we think about the Snoopy dog and giggle again so much. it was so fun. i love Snoopy dog." "<3 Penny*"
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"Abjection is the acute awareness of others and their desires." --Sumguay S. Nodiril
11.
"I Begging To See Light Mumble From Attic Little Baby I Beg Be Quiet Whine In Morning So Break At Night Lord Begging Go In Light" * "Tuned to hum of refrigerator. Betsy! Ha ha! Empty. Soon full! Ha! You candy bar! Ha! What a treat you are. Now dance fuck boy! Dance! Daddy says! Boy do! That right. Shake boobies. Ha! Yeah. Now off britches. Now boy! You hear! You meet the snakes. They are twins. Ha! Ha! (unidentified scream) Ha! Ha!" ** * song lyrics ** typed transcript of audio recording
12.
"I've been able to open doors with my feet since I turned five. Sissy says four but I say five. Nobody is sure and I am pretty mature you know. So I say five. Shut up Sissy! I'm older than you at least by a whole year. She says we are twins but we don't look anything alike. There that made you stop laughing didn't it? Ha! She is a pain in the anus today. I heard one of the customers say that before today the other day. I don't keep track of them in my head like Sissy does. I don't care about those old smelly men who were other peoples teeth inside their mouths. She says she is going to visit each one someday. Track them, no, hunt them down like dogs she said. When the doctors fix her that is. Okay Sissy I told them. Now I was talking about my missing arms and that I don't really even need them. I can write my own name since three years old though. Sissy knows thats true. See she is smiling but you can't tell. But she is. The mommy box was the teacher that showed me how to spell and write and I did what she said. I can eat and feed myself and get dressed all by my self. I don't even need help going potty anymore. If I do have an accident I can even scrub my own filth out as DADDY says. Everything almost I can do. Even open jars but that took the longest. But I usually can just find one I can do if one is too tight and I'm not a picky eater. Nope. I eat bugs even. They don't scare me. You get used to the taste even. Though I won't open up DADDY's jars. I don't like that. I only eated his food when he forces us to but that's only if he is really drunk on paint. He usually won't ever share and I am glad too. I would rather eat vomit. That doesn't taste as bad at all like the jars do. He eats souls you know. DADDY always says that. Both ways if you know what that means. I hate it though. Feels funny. He makes us sometimes too with tubes and funnels that lie. Because it's not at all. It should have another name instead. It always makes me feel sick afterwards. My tummy will hurt all night and day afterwards. That is the one thing I can't do good at all having no arms and it makes me cry sometimes even though I'm tough as nails like Sissy says. Hands are better when I feel like that and it makes me sad then alot. One of DADDY's whores who I liked the most before she got into the jars had rubbed it once before when I was crying from the hurting. So I know that I like it and wish I had arms and hands sometimes for that you know." "<3 Penny"
13.
Junk Dreams 03:14
"No one here seems to believe me... but your palms and fingers are great for shooting, and regenerate like some wolverine shit. Get 30-31 gauge short tip needles and you can shoot tiny veins no problem. On the top of your hand, if you have already blown the veins in between your knuckles, go one knuckle up on each of your fingers. You can see the veins flowing around them - good to shoot. Same on the bottom of your finger, palm side. The best veins are at the base of your pinky and index finger on your palm, going diagonal towards the side of your hand. They just don't die for long no matter what. Of course, if you haven't already blown them all, there are feet veins. Big toes are easy to shoot too. The rush isn't as good as with arm veins, in my opinion. Ill be dead this time tomorrow and my body will remain unclaimed until its baptized in the furnace and given to the potter's field. Mystery is only alive if someone who cares is also. So there is no mystery left by me. I'll be labeled as DOA from an OD and life will go on as it always does. Nothing ever changes. Except for the worst." * *excerpt from a transient's notebook
14.
"Today I learned a secret about DADDY... shhhhh! I'm not even telling Sissy. It's too important. I can't say it yet. Soon I can though. I have to pray now." "<3 Penny"
15.
T.V. 02:26
"all the other kids who i know on the mommy box are so nice and shiny and happy all the time. they get to play outside and nobody has rules not to laugh. there is no DADDY that ever hurts them and says they are bad when they are not. all of them smile too and all get to be in the sun too. it feels so good with the sun on your skin so warm. it's not fair. i wish i could have fun and look like them do too with all them perfect with arms and mommy's who are always kissing them and giving them food and hugs and candy. i can't even give anyone a hug you know that. you can't hug with your legs the same. i would hug sissy so tight right now and she'd love it. she just said i am right. she would love it. ... she also said it's not fair too. none of this is. except she said a bad word but i don't say them or i get a thrashing. no doing any nice things only bad ones and never fun stuff like the shiny kids and their faces happy. it makes me really sad watching the mommy box when i think stuff like that. ... sissy is right. this is a hell. and we are being punished for being bad before. but i cant remember being anyone else or being bad but sissy does and she said... oh, I'm not saying that. more bad words she shouldn't say." "<3 Penny"
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"That's enough culture you racial puff!' That's what DADDY says are his jokes. He told it to the devil man when he found him in our room. I don't know what it means. But the devil man laughed hard the whole time before falling asleep." "<3 Penny" "DADDY saw the devil man and now he's gone. So when you've been bad or a lot of times when your just being good too. DADDY gets angry and put's on his work clothes and mask. it the blackest leather you ever will see. we hear him banging on the walls on the way to our room. it's scary because every time he brings all the whole punishments there ever was from HELL with him. He told us so. and i believe him too. u know why? because i seen the devil man once. he was hiding from DADDY too. one time i swear. crosses over my heart. we even talked and played together with our sheet like we were being ghosts so DADDY couldn't find us. he didn't for a long time either. devil man can do some magic too but DADDY still saw we were having fun playing. we aren't allowed to have fun. its written on the wall see. big black letters. they are holy rules that make us bad all the time. like the devil man time. so DADDY must of hurt the devil man because he has never ever come back to play with us again after DADDY made him all red that's why i call him devil man and made him go nite nite but with his eyes open. it made me cry even though i knew the rule on the wall. i did it anyways and had to get more hell too again. Mean DADDY is bad bad DADDY. I hope bad things come and get him away from here. Even Mommy is better. But she's gone forever all the time. Wish he'd go away like Mommy too but never come back. Ever." "<3 Penny"
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"To my whisper friends from the underneath place do you know who that one ugly boy is who can't float like you? That's not right in the head I think. Maybe he's dumb or because it's on the front of his chest and not his shoulders like normal people. That comes from somewhere I'm not sure because I never see him come because my eyes are shut but only from when I jerk real tears by crying? He loves to lick them up and makes him real happy. He loves them so much it makes me giggle quietly but he never talks only snarls sometimes when we hear DADDY coming down the hallway. But I never see where he goes. He's just gone when I look away or even blink sometimes. I like him a lot but i don't cry very much with tears. Sometimes I'll be bad on purpose so DADDY has to teach me his lessons, which don't end ever until I cry. Just so I can see him and let him lick my face. He smells like matches on fire. I wish he'd talk so I could ask him his name. I think he is from where the devil man is or was. They both smell the same to me. Do you know who he is or what his name is? Please tell me if you know. I'll be real quiet in case you do so I can hear you. It's very important to me. I like him a lot and want to draw him a picture letter but I have to know his name first. You know the rules on the wall. <3 Penny"
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"Well i know way out west... and some other cock and old bull lee dribbled mutterings. Gargled and swished about in an uncouth mouth usually gorged in gabbled garbles of some dubious gnosis or gaunt inducing goof by some chemical reaction or another. That's how we do. Anyhow... A break from the pain of Pennies sad shitty times. Don't even know the happy sounds of Summer or what happy even is. Recorded this on a walkies-talkie looking sort of contraption. That's said to have eyes of it's very own. Maybe for by to let her hear it somehow. I'm the one they call the devil man. On account of my descending from the lower parts and my lovely accent of course. The complexion and horns have nothing to do with it! Merely childhood teasing's by way of birth defects. Blessings from the bully in the sky as always we learn. Ha! Ha!" * *letter mailed to detectives a week before the search warrant was issued
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"If I ever get elected to stand in for God, no babies would ever die nor suffer. Just seems more natural than nature allows. Best not to dwell here too long. Keep towards ascension. That's the right way to go always. Up and with the light." * *found written in dust in the attic "Sissy had another baby. Born dead again. So that makes 5 I counted. DADDY puts them in his jars. He says they are born dead anyways but he always lies. Dead babies don't move around. They don't cry either. But they go into jars anyways. It's better for them anyways that way I guess. I don't want a little brother to have to live here and be hurt and sad like us. It is a mercy. I learned that from the God man on the mommy box. They go to live with him. They are so lucky. I want to go too. <3 Penny"
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"I love sleeping. It is when I'm happiest. It is when I feel loved and warm. Waking up though is not fun. I cry when I have to do that after I was having dreams. I wish I could go to sleep but never have to wake up again. I wish for that more than all other wishes. I got both arms in my dreams and I get to play outside any time I want to. Please let this one wish come true God. That's called praying. I learned how from the mommy box and it is my favorite new game to play. <3 Penny"
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"So the preacher man on the mommy box told me today that when you die you go up into the sky to live forever. Everyone is happy and everyone has all their lost parts even. So my arms are already there waiting for me. He said cripples can walk too. So sissy would be normal and could even talk because her tongue is waiting for her too. But you have to be good to get in. They just don't let in anyone you know. No sinners are allowed unless they say sorry but you have to mean it. Old mean DADDY isn't allowed as he hates God and never says sorry. So we would be free. Sissy loves the idea and wants to go right now but I told her I don't want to get stuck here without her. The trick is you just can't die yourself or it is suicide someone said later. Dying is the easy part because I can use mommy's medicine shot. I've seen lots use it to go over and they go into DADDY's jars but they don't care because they got free too by then. I can do Sissy for her and she will go for sure. Sins only count if you act upon them the preacher says. So she is sin free I guess bad thoughts don't count I'm pretty sure. But then I get the sin of giving her death. Like DADDY does and I don't know if that isn't allowed but if I do it myself that is the suicide one and bad too. I won't have time to pray for forgiveness maybe. If I do her first and then pray to God for forgiveness. Then I poke myself with the shot and pray again real fast I think it might work though and how wonderful that would be if I got to sleep with the angels in the clouds. Me and Sissy could run and play and be happy. For reals happy and no more DADDY. No more going to hell every time we wake up. I hope the preacher man wasn't lying to us. I'm not scared though and Sissy is actually excited. She won't shut up about it. Hehe. I'm going to do it. It will be an adventure that is for sure. Bye mean DADDY. Bye bye room. I am going to live in a kingdom now. <3 Penny" (Det. notes: Bodies of two young girls found. Believed to be OD. Foul play suspected. Time of death is unknown. We found an empty syringe sticking out of the older girl's right leg. The respective note was found under her left foot.)
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Spiders 02:00
"I have unread messages that already pain me Prolonged in menace foul breath of the hog Let morts les enfants sleep in silence Rather than wake to this ghastly w-horror-e Got to stay effective remained stagnation Critical to contractions twitched out Anxious slops of the heart That gusher of the panic Blaming organs to understand Still in a hole Knowing nothing contingent spoiled rotten Contraceptive forces affected upon our strains The devil is gone with too much to work these days Sick Sick Sick As the damned march in time away from life Beastly ticks serve no master but appetite Just as scars serve the flesh In grimace... grim reminder Be too off often makes them seem stupid Against the stream we go paddling backwards Fish heads matched for eco terrorists Only dying ichitosis children Scaled lives hardened and cracked would ever expand on natural flow " * * found written outside under the girl's room window
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The Prey 02:20
"This is life's soundtrack for the unlucky ones. Those born under mocking signs of pain and misfortune. Them that get the hell as their story deserving of the others who cheated something and got it good. Here suffering is seemingly infinite for the infantile. This dreadful pathetic sham of life. Vestibule of exploitation, diseased sick mental states dotting the wasting lands of the suburbanite squalor. Iniquitous individuals baked in the scorching sun till warped and shriveled rough. Living end's of breathing life, forcing spite down throat like foie gras to a goose. Beaming hopelessness and despair to the receivers tuned into their programmed sufferings. Unshakables shook to cores melting down into puddled elephant feet that will walk ghost upon choker chains for thousands of indigo sunsets yet risen. Chalked full of hideous unlovables. Stained innocence spilled over soiled rags shredded in disgusting urging of the loin clown freak libido. Pumped up gristles of the blue veined ugliness defect mandible birthed in spew and vomit. Shit and blood. Locked away from existence by real devils carrying religious crucifixions in mocking pride. Abducted by the nagging hate and given over by life to putrid monstrosities pussing in place of redeemable parents. Apathetic junky and sadistic pederasts unfit to breath fresh air should it choke them to death by sweetness alone. Yet alone never when the horny bastards get down to breeding off haunches and gagged positions enforced by the knots dominate. This is the sound of hope trampled underfoot while it's young soft developing skull is crushed by the amok mob saving personal skins or meager fucking cents even. Shitty humans as far as eyes can stand to gaze in dissociation over the garble. Music cut off short as these lives break upon the darkness. Shattering to splinters that seek skin to sleep in wet warm comfort for awhile before the eternal cold coming down lifeless and bloodless after the drain. Muted whimpers are left unheard and unsaved. Unjustifiable cruelty befitting nothing in mythos to god's green earth heavenly sacrament less we be forsook . Nightmare veranda from wartime horrors beyond the great abomination. Once glimpsed always compounded. Conceived from ignorant minds, fools retracing hopes. Void in purpose long forgotten. Cruelty is learned easily but not as easily loosened once set upon the mind in torment. Worldly concerns, the selfish superfluous advancements under faux banners of moral-less marauders. Meaninglessness is law. Notice the unhealthy fields rearing heads in crop which sprout enraged on ranged barren land strips plotted in deficient soil. Deprived of cultivated values and enriching tenderness by way of patient hands wrinkled in wisdom through bodies of time. Formed by hard work and shaped by learned lessons are being covered up hastily if not forgotten altogether immediately upon their passing with passed intangible gnosis quickly wiped from minds like debris from a chin. Grown in despot ranks, wicked in their monetary wealth and ancestral privileges. Insatiable desperation focused from their intravenous greed, their junky habits. The devaluing of values purports a descent as a decadent society dies through nepotism and scandal. Spinning madness toward a doomed fate. Has no such want nor care for things of fragility and constant maintenance. Cut-throat attitudes rise to power outages over distracted ex-caregivers themselves vastly nearing an extinction absolute. In such a world the worst are fierce animistic cannibalistic neanderthal monkey men. Fornicating in the filth as it all takes seed and consumes it's own ilk. Doing self harm as it rapes itself into a bleeding weeping monstrosity of hate and inner loathing projected outward indiscriminately. Opportunistic in it's ferociousness. It's horrific boundless cruelty growing exponentially on. The children are always them whom suffer the grunt. The innocent are always marred by the actions of the iniquitous turned malevolent in twisted ways. Molestation of body and mind these new depraved are innocuous. Perishing humanity in of by the individuals own soul turned black as pitch. Ill will granted over others and greater physical strength to smash down enemy forces as they are imagined. The brute have always conquered under brawn with flustered brow in the dark. Attempting to understand but only becoming more agitated and stir crazy in their aborted meditations. Brains are never superior if one bashes them in before they are reared and able. Such is the way of the pathetic mass populist and it's modern world. And so goes this putrid excuse of an existent life forming around the edges of the void, set to some indigent artwork by chance of a creator. Boorish bumps of boys and bleeps of the other, vainly claimed as being worth romps and worthy of parentage. If it's all some sort of a joke it's as sure dead quiet herein before and after. Mercy by all but the joke is not on us. It is us." -Old scratch / TDM
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Mask 03:01
"It's on mute. Been clever to sneak a fix from old salty leather before but never had him cleave me into little bits and parts for the juicer! Holy cock ring! This a bad one an over one. First times still come by old souls coughing up oldest black bile formed of centuries past. It's a rare occasion such as this freak show that don't come by often anymore. So i'll just try and enjoy it for the reason alone. oh am i boring you with this third wall crumbling dialogue? well shit pretend it's a 'found note' or some other neo faux pas hex trite unwrit and fully unable garble you seen or read on the buss lately. I get given a wet moccasin for each split foot and left to mingle with the open air under baking sun. my insides coming out my eyeballs. I'm eating flies in boredom. Dung splatter on the faces of angels with nay any sexual organs of their own. and they wonder why i flew the coup. Ha! There goes that little piggy to market and there goes the whole fucking pen. chopping legs off in one swipe. i need to work out more. i shouldn't be so easy to dismantle. The flesh is so fragile it's amazing anything gets done by anyone wearing skin. What a pain in the ass this whole whirling blue shit show turns out to be you know. I'm always rather disappointed when it gets like this. Through the voids done gives itself time to think by rethinking it all from the alpha. Oh my omega lordly speaking pretentiously now there i goes in crippled quip the son of the goat fucker! Here before your eyes. Ears. Imagine then smart ass how boring it must all be now. Look at all those pieces though. There is love in his craft. Must have butcher's blood in the veins. He doesn't seem the least bit concerned I am talking to him still. Evil knows evil and this dim flame of pestilent naut is a clydesdale if man's a jackass. He smells of dimensions rancid. This one slipped by. He ain't supposed to be residing here. Nope. Can tell that by the way he drinking my blood. Spurted a glaze too. Both meta and the holy ghost shakes. This some super shit man. Undoubtedly this is what he's been made for. Yep. No dabbles about that. A mensch machine made with the blues fingerprints or fingering the blueprint. Boy i sure get sick of my own voice. All of them. Pick up the bad parts off people and those habitual pissings. Never a wash but in fetid flowing golden showers. Need to drink more water you nasty fuckers. Any which spray, old razorback here ain't right in the heads. You know that sick son of a bitch had his way with me after the ether gone out. Don't mind that so much as he let me watch. Though from a disadvantageous view where I had rolled to after being seen to by the saw. Fine and dandy but chopping off the third pinky and shoving it up your unzipped leather trouser flap I doubt will be counted kosher by the elders. Ha Ha! Perverted dog piss! In through the trapdoor with the ungentle urgency of a man possessed of more than mere libido. I will have to check my anatomy texts but I don't recall this kind being able to reverse digest in the order I just saw demonstrated. Maybe he is just showing off for the man here. Infamy does precede my step at times. But poor little red pecker gagged and chewed upon by old jaws there. That really hurts the pride you know? This Jack's on fire till it rears it's now mashed head out the cavity from the back orifice...? Not startled really. Just something I ain't never seen nor bemused under my own fancies. I'll have to give it a try sometime if in I can stitch this mess back to where it kinda resembles something presentable anyways. This shit monster is something else all together unseen by these eyes but temporarily with us for the moment. -ss-plop!-or was anyhow! Anyone got a light!? Ha. Ha. We needs to take him apart in a similar fashion as he does to us herein. See what rattles gears. This pseudo grinding flesh machine.Such an insatiable host at work in manner befitting regal guests of the utmost import. Almost makes me blush but he helping me out a bit I gotta give credit. I've had worst go by but this zipper face is a real cold cocksucker son of some hazy unknown beastly fornication. Indigent from else where of which I am surprisingly unacquainted or at least unfamiliar as my memory serves me. Which is over there resting in the sink for some reason. Hey be careful Tonto! I made need that later you kinky manchild! Inner dementia is what they told me I have once. But those are just words. Where I must go then. It's hell but the dope helps a lot. Makes it worth sticking around and in my sweet spots. Like a spark in the nightmare tundra it draws predators by it's scent under darkness shadowed by it's gushing and it's weeping. Like cries of a soft baby lamby injured and helpless it attracts the bottom feeders like ilk to the sap. Full of despots caught in bendable positions. That's when this wolf rears forth gnashing with hell's own furnaced fury a blast blasphemy. Shred angels and snap crosses with each neck. Damn I feel almost good. That was what this devil needed. Dreams of white marble. Dropped from the sky and pulsating warm tendencies over the public places everywhere it could before it fizzled out and died in the back alley by the dumpsters." -Old Scratch/TDM
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Voir 01:49
"Now where is there to go? They are all dead. The ones who knew me. I am all alone. I am Hell's eternal winter." * "I have a bird friend. I named him Billy and he lives in the old school house up the road I think. I see him when he watch's us from the window all the time. He never blinks except when he squints his eyes before he leaves. But he always comes back not long after and just stands there staring at us through the slit in the boards. He never talks and I think he is deaf maybe too. He breaths really heavy though and he chirps sometimes if DADDY see's him before he runs away. He can't fly at all from what I've seen. He must be one of those kind of birds from the snow places far away. How he got here is a real mystery to me and Sissy. He is my friend and I like when he watches us. It is nice to have friends you know. <3 Penny" ** * Crudely etched tattoo found on the back of the child named Sissy ** Note found on a local vagrant and registered sex offender
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Intestines 04:49
"Nothing special lives in spleens. Exciting bowels before made to rupture. Stomach cancer. This is necessity. Untied hunger. Inexhaustible breeder. They pile up upon the countless chins of our insatiable feeder. Old death in rags comes alone by no bone paler. In this hell no known satyr is close. Even lurched from the great pit her selves to grade in grinding strokes this impaler. This porous joke. This dead eyed leather dress of lost hides. Fetid dross whom soil everything. Stain the vein and rust the soul shut. Trite instantly once upon a feeble mind. Frozen nearly, tarnished and turgid. Gashed lacerations under noose smells like the old home you once had. Drawn remnants split up into quarters. From hooves once on top of time. And though it was as though it were a dream.dreams seem to splinter and flake. Catching skin as fleeting streamers waft by winds in change. Chained. But alas chains erode though, through and through. And it like you goes in crimson swirls down the drain to oceans. Too fast to measure. Too hot to trample or retard. Too beautiful to ever contain in embrace. Like the flicker of pearls before swine or golden youth upon grand daughters in concubine. Servants of the eventual ritual eclipse in the eventful dawns abode just before our apocalypse. We go silent. Tired and haunted in deafening defeat. To lay exhaustion upon marble pillows as breath softly kisses concrete. Weary heads on the stone beneath sea level. At sum, by negative elevation, er, fathoms of about a rounded nine feet." -Taken from the back of a breakfast cereal box
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Pangs 01:55
"Spare some change for this world we set out bright eyed and confident in the once upon a time? That world is now gone. Swallowed whole by some geek freak who bites the heads off living entities just to watch them twitch and expire for his indigent amusement only. With swelling pride raging from within by his heavy handed retardation onset. Übermensch strength given without the mental prowess to understand the suffering outside of his own. Making life itself the class that shall be learned from him to tremble before and fear ever after these lessons from this, a demigod idiot sideshow geek bird brain cannibal. This is the thing they call man and it's unkind by all holy standards of rites. If in that bastard can fit it in between his gorged canyon of a mouth wide open as the world. Then down it goes to the bottom of the unwell hole. Dug deep by misery and full of drowned peasants bloated and rotting in pestilence unmerciful and foul. Beatings over blessings upon the backs of bastards bore by the whores that babble on forever over gossiping gods and other bigger lies seen through this bigots eyes..." -Old Scratch / TDM
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Formed through strokes of inhuman vileness. Ostentatious travesties lack any formidable shame. Housed and bearable made coated in excrement. One for to match their slimy hideous hides. Paired hooves beating down for the true lepers of society. Soft bloating underbellies pink and soft. Talons to pluck out eyes from long wide fang filled faces. Heavy hollow eyes in their rampant dismissal. Spring forth over set skulls smashed and lumping. Values put upon life is but just a start to what comes next For them in their over due inquisition. Which puts them to rack and confession instantaneously enough. Permeability believed reached by the collected community. Whom appraised? Whom has counted the sum over collateral damage. Done by those and that which sulk about in shadows. Feeding on the shade and shrinking from the light. Receding into the darkness of it's own. What salable person would, that even could. All it ill received reparation then? None i dispose all. I flee before the sunder. No mercy for the undoubtedly wicked Whom prey upon the poor and defenseless Weak and wretched little ones While they cast prayers higher still Pure hopes and innocent eyes closed And cast downward in taught obedience While thoughts meant for God float in ascension Towards the very heights of the lowest reaching heavens Shall be unjustly answered with unholy curse In bad tidings visited simultaneously by devilish Denizens of Hell's own fire burping up in eruption The odd reflex made upon by some grotesque unnatural. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo There are monsters in our vicinity. Which warrant defacto resolve of the utmost urgency. Detection resolution capture torture technique scorch the seizured. Ultra intervention regarding life preceding any further. In due desist deigned dutiful. She was the same. More handsome perhaps. But even porcelain cracks in enough heat. Cause bore immaculate from the christ child jesus fuckers. Spreading out in the open waters their heritage. Blood in the nostrils of the predator folk. Hungry and chumming your insides. Somewhere in a building a man pleads for his life sobbing. An admittance to sickening sins activated. An unnatural evil incarnate sits starring. Large hungry eyes in dilation start to roll steadily Back in to their warm hell. White iris of the sun. Flames dance before the child gods aloft in whimsical play. The craving carnation digests the air in one long pull. Creeping begins at home friends. The thresher gets its namesake from some over aware. Asshole with some spite in his last tooth. Thought little before setting to conjure. That which ever should only be put down. Slipping beneath the barriers. Sliding shadows long through the shutters. Agape and smiling bright in your face. As they intend to rape you while the shine distracts. Shivering through tapped out spinal cord fluid. Frozen oblivion the driven slave. That stand or rather slither by belly the accused. They are spread thick like stupidity among the masses. Always suffer the little children. Always with throbbing pocketbooks the obese grubs. A demand for a just and swift retribution must be made. Declared by the world over in condemnation of these wicked acts. Doused by cowardice and bathed in collected secretions. Death for these sick and rotting mouths to gulp at unsuccesfully. Under pocked marked faces ricocheting off the moon. Invaders flood the dark skies in a rage maligned malice." - As Found In 'New Revelations II' The Holy Bible A.D.
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"The neon blue digits of the car stereo flicker... Darkness all around still no light... The clock flickers again and I look down... It reads 4:44... That's when the fire hit me." -Jesus Christ as the Holy Ghost A.D. "I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. I am among all the former and after. Away from the consciousness. I am awake but I am not alive. . I am awake but I am not alive. I am awake but I am not alive. I am awake but I am not alive. I am Penny." -Penny the Lost
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Yellow Stare 02:01
"nothing special. means they're all the same. living in spleens. pulsating. pumping. exciting bowels before they are made to rupture. a stomach cancer seems to fester on old gutted asphalt roads. this is mostly necessity for the untied hunger. it can't be helped. it remains an inexhaustible breeder. so pile upon pile of countless chins stack up like steps. to a salivating hole moist as it is insatiable. the feeder. old death's saggy tits in shredded rags slouches along. alone buy and bye. white hate in emptiness. no bone paler to hurl. in this hell at the murders that flock about harassingly. no known satyr closest to this torment. even by the great pit they grade in grinding strokes. that sharp tongued wretch thee impaled. porous joke busts stitches open side split. this dead eyed leather dress fine tailored. of the lost hides that babble on. fetid dross whom soil everything. and everything. forever and ever a stain upon the vain. and rust over the soul keeping it shut. trite instantly once upon a feeble mind. frozen nearly, tarnished and turgid. gashed lacerations under noose smells. like the old home you once had. drawn remnants split up into quarters. from hooves once on top of time. and though it was as though it were a dream. dreams seem to splinter and flake. catching skin as fleeting. streamers waft by winds in change. chained. but alas chains erode though through and through. it like you goes in crimson swirls. down the drain to oceans. too fast to measure. too hot to trample or retard. too beautiful to ever contain in embrace. like the flicker of pearls before swine. or the golden youth upon grand daughters in concubine. servants of the eventual ritual eclipse. in the eventful dawns aboude. just before our apocalypse instance. we are ruptured silent. tired and haunted in deafening defeat. to lay exhaustion upon marble pillows. as breath softly kisses concrete. weary heads on the stone beneath sea level. at sum by negative elevation. er fathoms of about rounded to nine feet. give and give they take ever more. we will die in this place. none will be the wiser." -Mutterings Of The YELLOW SHAMAN "The road is not brick. The walls are not solid. You can fall through dimensions. Eventually you get stuck. You will soon find out too." -Penny the Lost
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"Dedication over you and yours. That they might be ruptured, reared, raised, released, and set roaming freely away from all confining mass. Forged upon the heavy anvil, the esoteric doused in the babbling brook which is semantics. Rites are passed over by hands, ritualistic signs endow the waters with a blessed holiness. They are humble fools when possession of their ignorance is held close by perception. Them in their nothingness beam forth rays, piercing voids and casting a light as others do bones onto unacquainted pathways which before had always been mute darkness. Overcome with bliss, consecrations come and are laid before as they shall hope to liquefy and permeate downward. To leachate and collect in pools. For even in the smallest trickle a seed buried can sprout. The nectar seeping through shell, leaks upon the thirsty heart which beats outward from under eternal slumber stilled once again. Halting dry spells cast with sudden downpour. Where moments before for millennia, the dust of their ancestors whirled about on hot winds over worlds deserted of life in it's spiritual drought. Ubiquitous, desperation always hears the crackling of shriveled souls right before it's own combustion of a spontaneous nature then sparked and shattering to every which way. Countless in all forms and places it shall spread across as ether over the voids as it has done before and thus again will rest where it once had been again for the very first time." -Sumguay S. Nodiril
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to be rather honest though in benevolent lies stilled benign cancers in minds made soft as flustered youths by constant tapping on thoughts in code rhythm punched into the locked keyholes dotting foreheads turned to unlock to open how things should all work when written in sans script on a stupefying lonely bitch left puppless by grabby hands holding metal detectors over ransoms gave for safe returns over beautifully barren beaches stilled of all life but the elemental somewhere far off from the likes of the counted like some unlovely body set faced down sogged gazer to the depths drowned floater buoying carefree to the march of the tide rested upon the rejecting waves that take care still to cradle with the hot nose of a fresh expiration date reacher colorless face blushless as the fallen rose petals drift to lye down now under apex tippy toes of their dancers this is what it feels like to drown this is how death makes weight -An Anonymous Ghost Of The Great War Found Living In A Bottle
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Applicables 01:23
i have unread messages that already pain me prolonged in menace foul breath of the hog let morts les enfants sleep in silence rather than wake to ghastly reality got to stay effective remained stagnation critical to contractions twitched out in anxious slops of the heart the gusher of the hurt blaming organs to understand it all still in a whole knowing nothing as a contingent spoiled contraception forces affected under the strain the devil is gone with far too much work these days of soylent sin basic moronics run the board sick sick sick... as the heart marches in time and away beastly ticks shall serve as our earmarks just as scars serve the flesh in grimace pathetic and useless it pisses upon itself struggling in limbs tangled evolving escalators descending hidden floors higher digits beyond limb stumps amassed and crowding us all they are immune to gnosis but do not know this allergic reactions no connections their pointy dome in apex some balance things intangible if we must ruin it for all so be it duty in demise comes through loyalty blood red and pure gargle your next sentence spit upon the fire twenty three skidding angels all do slide like hell and right past us the ranting rites of the rhetorical in nothingness as it was devoured by death in light that makes you sick you go with darkness then remaining consciousness is not yours you have dispersed you are no more know this now rather than then live immensely humble under the weight of the void it is the only noble choice and good for the species . . . -Sumguay S. Nodiril . . .
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R E M E M B E R .|. N O T H I N G R E P E A T .|. E V E R Y T H I N G L I F E .|. I S .|. D E A T H D E A T H .|. I S .|. A .|. C I R C L E G O D .|. A .|. S P I N N I N G .|. T O P W H I C H .|. N E V E R .|. R E S T S N A U S E O U S .|. A N D .|. D I Z Z Y S P I N N I N G .|. M A D L Y C O N F I N E D .|. T O .|. T H E .|. D E E P T H E .|. H E A V E N L Y .|. V O I D S O F .|. S P A C E .|. W I T H I N .|. T I M E do you see yet ? do y o u u nd e r st and w h at w e a re ?? each a prisoner unto the other . . . the purpose is pointless never but pointless is the purpose ever infinite .Ω. . . . letmeintroduceyoutoanotherpoorcreature her name is Penny and she was born without any arms addicted to the cycle seem more surprised this round you always make the best prayers to the fill the void <3 T H E E N D In the beginning... . . . O M . . .

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