SPIRITED ANIMATICS
Funky night in boogie town!! Be there or be square!
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A dreadful but amiable entity discovered on the search for the T.o.I.L.
THE FIRMAMENT CAN NEVER BE TOUCHED. AS ABOVE.
THE GROUND CAN NEVER BE TOUCHED. SO BELOW.
WHAT SLEEPS HERE, SLEEPS WELL.
On my way to... Nevermind.
MELTY.
:-)
I love to be irradiated by the divine light of Grace all day, my skin has grown leathery and my insides are swollen. I shine! I shine for you!
the body contorts into something cold, rigid, and unrecognizable.. only when complete stillness is attained may the soul pupate.
NO FACE. NO FACE? PICK A FACE!
SO MANY FACES.... CMON PICK ONE ALREADY!
THE ONLY SANITIZER YOU NEED, IS A BAPTISM OF HOLY FIRE.
LA LVNE DE L'EMPEREVER
A SIMPLE SPELL FOR ETERNAL LIFE. BREATHE IN, BREATHE OUT. YOU ARE ALIVE, THIS MOMENT IS ETERNAL.
I still won't forget seeing those bug-eyed bastards on that fated night. Fuckers better stay on their side of the fence. Either they're aboriginal Australians dream-walking on the wrong side of the pacific, or a bunch of ugly fuckin' greys...
What memories the skull holds onto?
Strange noses that grow in dirt. What do they smell?
I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
Dead men tumble until they become gems...
Soumre devours... Rays beat down and the grass turns yellow.
When chickens scratch, the canvas will bleed.
Breathing in particulates while jogging the mind.
Bluvlud...Luvblud...
The stench of brimstone stains this home.
apperate parts provide glimpses that betray a higher form.
A demiurge floats with no weight on its conscience.
Stark walls of a prison make the canvas on which a ruminating demiurge projects its theater of the mind.
Hypnotic sway and a slithering beat.
Shadow boxing? We fight our demons how we must...
Spectres bend... Shadows dance... Our work is not yet done.
You picked the wrong fight...