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Apr. 2nd, 2016


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From:Dionaea
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The first step of cruelty )

Mar. 30th, 2016


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From: dixiesticks
When: March 07, after this

three little piggies hiding from the big bad wolf downtown. they huffed and they puffed and they squealed. that's what you get for putting your little piggy hands on girls. who's helpless now?

somebody might want to get them before the zombies do.

revenge is a dish best served now.

Jan. 11th, 2016


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From: Dionaea
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Doomsday

The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans
Atop the broken universal clock:
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.
Out painted stages fall apart by scenes
While all the actors halt in mortal shock:
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans.

Streets crack through in havoc-split ravines
As the doomstruck city crumbles block by block:
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.

Fractured glass flies down in smithereens;
Our lucky relics have been put in hock:
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans.

The monkey's wrench has blasted all machines;
We never thought to hear the holy cock:
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.

Too late to ask if end was worth the means,
Too late to calculate the toppling stock:
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans,
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.


~S.Plath