For after all, the victim was a writer and painter wholly devoted to the field of myth, dream, terror, and superstition, and avid in his quest for scenes and effects of a bizarre, spectral sort. His earlier stay in the city -a visit to a strange old man as deeply given to occult and forbidden lore as he- had ended amidst death and flame, and it must have been some morbid instinct which drew him back from his home in Milwaukee.
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Snooki orbs.
That FMM sure ain't what it used to be, is it?
FMM is losing its edge, or some such.
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It's later, and I still don't understand.
I think I've read something about this church
Big Bad Bald Bastard said...
I think I've read something about this church
March 2, 2010 4:55 PM
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For after all, the victim was a writer and painter wholly devoted to the field of myth, dream, terror, and superstition, and avid in his quest for scenes and effects of a bizarre, spectral sort. His earlier stay in the city -a visit to a strange old man as deeply given to occult and forbidden lore as he- had ended amidst death and flame, and it must have been some morbid instinct which drew him back from his home in Milwaukee.
Before I was so rudely interrupted by blogger, I was about to (in)cite one ZRM and his quest for scenes and branes.
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also, Blue Oyster Cult lyrics.
Thanks for the link at Sadly, No!, thunder.
Another view of the Church here.
I always liked Shingle Stylee, Smutster...
We're not losing our edge at FMM. We're finally losing our will to live. You'd do the same if you had our gig.
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