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# Oh noes!
But I wants to go to beddybies. I'm all speepy and need my kip :(
(, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:14, archived)
# Lock the windows tight
and try and ignore the wet slapping on the window and the slurping and the crackle of the flames and the moans of the victimised
(, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:17, archived)
# *shivers*
ok Mr Spider I'll try my best.

Slurping? Flames?! Just why did I move here :(
(, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:24, archived)
# The lure of Pan
The music of his pipes that sounds more like the screams of tortured souls the more you hear and the closer you get; the tempting aroma of his skin that smells more like a putrid cow fat and bloated from drowning and bulbous with maggots the closer you get; the pull of the glamour; the promise of the glory and the freedom; the lies and the lies and the LIES AND THE LIES.
(, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:26, archived)
# I don't remember that on the estate agent's website
But I'll take your word for it.
(, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:31, archived)
# That's the glamour of the horned goat
It puts a shroud over your mind and your memory and you know only what he wants you to know and remember what he chooses you to remember.
(, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:33, archived)
# Yeah.
I heard that about estate agents. Now I know it's true.
(, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:39, archived)
# But try and keep it clear in your mind
in the dark of the hours before dawn and the music of the pipes drifts in on the sour night breeze.
(, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:40, archived)