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LARSLARSLARSLARSLARS
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![]() The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari "You fools, this man is plotting our death! We die at dawn!"
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Lime Life
Join Date: Jan 2013
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My friend. May Aslan bless you.
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He listens to voices inside of his mind
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The COAT...
Join Date: Jan 2013
Location: BC, Canada
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Silence. Simple, with sublime significance
Find the rhythm hits like mimes combining instruments Inside the synths, it's like a mix of quiet synthesis Combining rhythms quick as if its viral syndicates Stare in each their eyes, they're sick and demented Expected nothing less since this trip is authentic Hear a rhythm in the distance, is it hymns of a wedding? Quickening steps, getting close, realize it isn't pleasant Curl up my fingers to display my knuckles Touring of the world finally lured me to the Haitian jungles Eerily, the swaying path gives way to tunnels Beyond the fungal pavement's where the graves are huddled Sense appearing faces as I'm taken through the myriad of mazes And there's hunger in my eyes, I see it mirror in their gazes Remaining hidden, they too making fists, cheers to the occasion Then a pleasant tasting mist, a gift adhered from the forsaken The path which steered us neared its end, we came to a kitchen Beside it sat a bath, a man escapes from it quickly Another's sacrificing several ravens and chickens The sky was black as afterlife in pagan religions First they're urging me to bathe before I join them to scarf I enjoyed the warmth in silence till.... a noise in the dark Feel a stabbing at my jugular, a poisonous dart As I'm passing out, they're salivated, boy they were starving.
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Tsk Tsk
Join Date: Feb 2013
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Sorry bout the ns this week brother man. I know it is often with you beside when you are champ, so at least youre back on top I guess.
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