Confound it!
AngstyI am rendered unable to eliminate this damned entry.
~TheStrangeloveShow
Clayton FreundThe Macabre Siblings
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The Looking Glass: 1 - 51The Looking Glass: 1 - 5
Viktor emanated a burdensome sigh, a sigh of mental exertion. The television silently roared static and refused any attempt to alter its current state of uselessness. The electrical flambeaux within the dull apartment flickered continuously and the rustic grandfather clock stood as a testament of precious time in stasis. Soft, empathic whispers penetrated Viktor’s left ear while disconcerting, harsh wails preferred the right ear. Crevices began to form upon the walls and a crimson-obsidian like liquid oozed slowly from these cracks. The room possessed a noisome odor of rust and blood. All of this did not escape the acute
by ~TheStrangeloveShow
A Gift[Privet szr Smertnyi!] ‘A grand gift you have been given’, they say in reiteration, ‘Mercy, you should be every thankful for the gift that is life.’A Gift
Interesting perspective but delusive at best. The Scythians have plucked their eyes
so that they shall not see life as its bitter jest.
Innocence is faltering....
Blessed are those who ache for Death. Cursed are those who interfere with Life. That is what the gift given harbours, an endless serenade of petty anguish. A precious gift, is it not?
God for
by ~TheStrangeloveShow
The WatchmanSpeak the requiem: requiescat in paceThe Watchman
Arm me with a lantern and quick hand, hand me a moon and a steady arm. Forget not the musket and gunpowder, my wretched bell to raise the alarm.
By our fire, from which we do brand the night sky with our audacity. By our muskets, thundering with power, a fusillade whistles our battle cry.
I eschewed a droll life so grand to administer justice and death. At the gates, continues their batter while praying for one more breath.
By our fire, from which we do brand of the cadavers their audacity. &nbs
by ~TheStrangeloveShow
Oswald is Dead: IntroductionIntroduction (The Harmonica Man)Oswald is Dead: Introduction
On a gloomy night, he emerged from the bitter ocean with a melancholy gait and a rueful appearance. His body could not perceive the gelid temperature of the water he was submerged in for approximately fifteen hours, according to Greenwich time. And his body did not detect the ravenous leeches endeavouring in futility to siphon the crimson vitae that once coursed through his tireless veins. To be quite honest, such corporeal maladies consummated by biological gremlins were not one of the machinations devised by nature; such an achievement involved preternatural influences. This fellow, by t
by ~TheStrangeloveShow
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