A small but noyiceable pile of fresh, but slightly 'ripe' forest floor remains and sand sit on a moonlit forgotten piece of disowned land....Where the Bogs are...Where they suck you down like a Louisianna drunk Ho' on Mardi-Gras...Suck you right fuckin under...Black Death...Literally.
The small, well...depending on any individual's size of 'small', Perhaps in a Universl sort of way....Even the smallest insect has the power of multitudes of thier clones...It would be a rather large and long mound , I suppose, IF, someone were to think about a suspicious mound that much to be big.
The mound shakes, and it is as if a mass has suddenly shifted beneath in a sudden jolt that is interupted by a sudden release of all that caused it as it falls back down , and begins to breathe....slowly. VERY slowly at first. A groan, not unlike pleasure of a long sleep after the night of the night before has finally arisen from a sleep of nothing but dead exhaustion.
Literally.
The form lifts itself up...and the moonlight is bright on the moribund skin of a corpse...White in the stream of complimentary, planetary, disciplinary kindness...A form is revealed as the wet peat moss, dirt, putrificationary material residues from the blessed event still pungent...It almost smelt like raw wormwood in the swamp surroundings...made you kind of 'woozy'...intoxicating with a sick gulp after the smell really enters you...
The head suddenly lifts and shakes and shakes and shakes...you know...the way, dead people...they 'shake'...And in the blur you see a long, bony-fingered hand...Atrophied in Victorian chic...Quite lovely actually, and as the fingers pervade and scratch the mane of clumps of 'stuff', or what is simply just described as such, shaking it , (again, with the shake, then a scrattch...then another shake...) you can hear the matted peet and sand, and of course, the other 'stuff' out and around...spraying all poor florae or faun it may hit, as it flies in all directions...
(Yes, It's the 'shakes'...That's right...)
" Well Good Fucking Evening,Moonface...Your lookin a l'il pale tonight, you Ol Bastard..."
She looks around as if she has lost something and is either agitated or insulted by it.
"So which one of you lucky FUCKS gets to help me THE HELL UP...Fucking Cunts! Yeah...that's right you stupid lil sh..."
She rolls her pale eyes to the back of her head.
Literally.
She raises her hand with the grace of a zombified debauched DeSade, and yet something does pull her up as though lifted by air...except for the stop...Which she unfolds and extends into the Heavens, Her feet firmly planted in the liquid ooze "Welcome" Garden to Hell, her unique bones crackling the way only she knows...and straightens up as she stretches to the sky, lets out a long, wide-mouthed, hungry set of lips, and screamed a shriek that either made you want to run away...or immediately run to her side...I guess that would depend on what you got fueling that son of a bitch of a frigger finger...Hey, we all got 'something', fer christs sake...Don't we?
She stops...lets her body begin to move in an obviously well-trodden path in a direction she does not have to even have to have a brain to think about...Time to go 'Home'...
Alright Kids...
So sorry bout that *cough* absence...It was...'highly imperative'...and..I know...I KNOW...I KNOW!!!, Jesuzzzzz...I know...I owe and you shall know.
*lights a smoke*
Can I at least take a fucking shower first?
Yes...There is nothin to look at in this one...sorry, WILL be...Maybe TOO much to look at...Never know in here anymore.Stare at my Ooh-La-La, expert,high priority AND estremely expensive pic sizing job of a profile pic there...Thats right...A kick in the ass to the Genius that can tell me what I am wearing around my neck...Pretty tricky, huh?
Okay...I'kk be back in...like...Um...Yeah...You know...LET ME GO FRIGGIN SHOWER!!!
*ahem*
I am, uh...'happy'(?) to be back...(?)
yeah...
shower.
Oh yeah...Go and join my fucking Hardcore Horror club you creeps.
( I KNOW its Private...But go ahead...Trust Me...I ain't up for nothin...)
Shower...Must get slimy...GO! or.....
STARE AT MY FUCKIN 2,000$ PROFILE PIC! It Was digitized by the infamous 'Zoloft Foodstampsnack''...Some fuckin Ooooh-Fuckin-La-La Photographer...Can I be an SG now?
SS
OH YEAH! Will the 4 folks from Oregon(?) that are staying at my House this weekend PLEASE step up and say HEY! (Call me crazy, but I want to actually know who is showin up at my place in 5 days for THEE BC X'MAS Party, I just like to get a few Identifying Marks beforehand...Its just S-Mart. THANK YE!
The small, well...depending on any individual's size of 'small', Perhaps in a Universl sort of way....Even the smallest insect has the power of multitudes of thier clones...It would be a rather large and long mound , I suppose, IF, someone were to think about a suspicious mound that much to be big.
The mound shakes, and it is as if a mass has suddenly shifted beneath in a sudden jolt that is interupted by a sudden release of all that caused it as it falls back down , and begins to breathe....slowly. VERY slowly at first. A groan, not unlike pleasure of a long sleep after the night of the night before has finally arisen from a sleep of nothing but dead exhaustion.
Literally.
The form lifts itself up...and the moonlight is bright on the moribund skin of a corpse...White in the stream of complimentary, planetary, disciplinary kindness...A form is revealed as the wet peat moss, dirt, putrificationary material residues from the blessed event still pungent...It almost smelt like raw wormwood in the swamp surroundings...made you kind of 'woozy'...intoxicating with a sick gulp after the smell really enters you...
The head suddenly lifts and shakes and shakes and shakes...you know...the way, dead people...they 'shake'...And in the blur you see a long, bony-fingered hand...Atrophied in Victorian chic...Quite lovely actually, and as the fingers pervade and scratch the mane of clumps of 'stuff', or what is simply just described as such, shaking it , (again, with the shake, then a scrattch...then another shake...) you can hear the matted peet and sand, and of course, the other 'stuff' out and around...spraying all poor florae or faun it may hit, as it flies in all directions...
(Yes, It's the 'shakes'...That's right...)
" Well Good Fucking Evening,Moonface...Your lookin a l'il pale tonight, you Ol Bastard..."
She looks around as if she has lost something and is either agitated or insulted by it.
"So which one of you lucky FUCKS gets to help me THE HELL UP...Fucking Cunts! Yeah...that's right you stupid lil sh..."
She rolls her pale eyes to the back of her head.
Literally.
She raises her hand with the grace of a zombified debauched DeSade, and yet something does pull her up as though lifted by air...except for the stop...Which she unfolds and extends into the Heavens, Her feet firmly planted in the liquid ooze "Welcome" Garden to Hell, her unique bones crackling the way only she knows...and straightens up as she stretches to the sky, lets out a long, wide-mouthed, hungry set of lips, and screamed a shriek that either made you want to run away...or immediately run to her side...I guess that would depend on what you got fueling that son of a bitch of a frigger finger...Hey, we all got 'something', fer christs sake...Don't we?
She stops...lets her body begin to move in an obviously well-trodden path in a direction she does not have to even have to have a brain to think about...Time to go 'Home'...
Alright Kids...
So sorry bout that *cough* absence...It was...'highly imperative'...and..I know...I KNOW...I KNOW!!!, Jesuzzzzz...I know...I owe and you shall know.
*lights a smoke*
Can I at least take a fucking shower first?
Yes...There is nothin to look at in this one...sorry, WILL be...Maybe TOO much to look at...Never know in here anymore.Stare at my Ooh-La-La, expert,high priority AND estremely expensive pic sizing job of a profile pic there...Thats right...A kick in the ass to the Genius that can tell me what I am wearing around my neck...Pretty tricky, huh?
Okay...I'kk be back in...like...Um...Yeah...You know...LET ME GO FRIGGIN SHOWER!!!
*ahem*
I am, uh...'happy'(?) to be back...(?)
yeah...
shower.
Oh yeah...Go and join my fucking Hardcore Horror club you creeps.
( I KNOW its Private...But go ahead...Trust Me...I ain't up for nothin...)
Shower...Must get slimy...GO! or.....
STARE AT MY FUCKIN 2,000$ PROFILE PIC! It Was digitized by the infamous 'Zoloft Foodstampsnack''...Some fuckin Ooooh-Fuckin-La-La Photographer...Can I be an SG now?
SS
OH YEAH! Will the 4 folks from Oregon(?) that are staying at my House this weekend PLEASE step up and say HEY! (Call me crazy, but I want to actually know who is showin up at my place in 5 days for THEE BC X'MAS Party, I just like to get a few Identifying Marks beforehand...Its just S-Mart. THANK YE!
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