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• Do Not Read This If Under 18!!

  • From: babygurl8324
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    I have something to say to the little bitch whore who keeps mailing me about my pics I have up.   Screw you and the fucking five legged horse you rode in on.  I don't claim to a be a christian bitch!  No!  Far from it, why don't you actually read my profile and maybe get to know something about your adversary before you start saying shit that will get you KILLED!  Sweetie, if I was in need a good cleansing it would be solely to knock you off your daddy's cock and let him clean me out, if you get my drift bitch..?  You can guaran damn tee that your ass is being looked up and when I find you I will tie your little shitty ass prissy little high and mighty christian wannabee bible thumping better than though, up.  I am going to shove a machete so far in you and fuck you with it 1000 times from Friday until your guts and what little brains you have come spiling out through your corn cob stuffed shitter!  Got me?  I dare you to fucking come to Waveryly!!!  Your going to be the little bitch that everyone has fun with and better damn know, when everyone is done with you yours is going to be the little spirit in a darkest corner of the institution being eternally fucked by the baddest demons there ever was!  NOBODY FUCKS WITH ME YOU SHITTY ASS LITTLE CUNT!!  Goddamn flag me I dare you let's see who disapears first.....perhaps it wasn't such a good idea for you to post your personal information on facebook huh?  Miss Diane who is fixing to have a lot of shit come her way and no way to handle it.  Consider yourself posted on every fetish, porn, and dating site I can find...  That husband of yours, won't be for too much longer after you start getting calls from your inquiries into the "gangbang" experiance....  Have a nice of what little remains of your sanity and then kiss it the FUCK good bye bitch!!!!!!!!

     

    Love and Hugs,

    Babygurl....

     

    You seriously fucked with the wrong person...

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  • 1 month ago
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• If only I knew...

  • From: Lucifer5
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    Death was not a release. I wish I would have known that before I sliced my wrist… All the pain, the anger, the fear of fucking up… 100 fold now.

    Damn it.

    I thought, you know, eternal pain would lose its grip after a while. Eventually I’d get numb to it and it wouldn’t be as bad… I guess it would have if I’d have a physical body, but as it stands, I don’t! No nerve endings to grow numb after years of pain and flagellations, no brains to black me out after I’ve bled myself silly, no more wrist to slice open after I can’t take this shit no more… disembodied and unable to do anything about it.

    Fuck.

    Oh but it is human nature to think that we know better. It is human nature to think we’re the alpha and the omega of existence, that we are the paradigm of life and its matrix cannot fluctuate pass our grasp…

    Yeah right.

    What can be so horrible about Hell I thought? What sort of suffering can possibly be inflicted upon one’s soul that will induce an eternity of agony? What can the Devil do to me that haven’t already been done..?

    Here time has no meaning. Here I have a sense of alertness but no sense of being. Here I can see the pain around me but not the walls that contain it. I can feel the cries and suffering of those who accompany me but I cannot see their faces. I assume this to be Hell for I cannot fathom anything worst…

    I never saw fire nor brimstones, no Devil to torment the souls, no Satan to call forth the punishments but I have suffered a thousand death, I have seen through the eyes of every man who was ever sentenced to the electric chair and felt my flesh burn and my eyes explode out my skull as they died. I have felt scared and helpless as a man robbed an elderly and watched him put his gun to my head, I heard him pull the trigger and felt the bullet tear its way through my brains. I have found myself drowning in a pool while an angry lover held my head under water. I have felt the humiliations of being raped over and over and the confusion of the 13 year old girl unable to make sense of her misfortune as she wished for death rather than having to tell daddy... and I felt her again when her drunken father beat her to death, calling her a slut, saying she brought this on herself… I was there to bleed for her, felt her teeth break in my mouth, her uncontrollable fear of the situation, paralyzing me as I daddy threw me down the basement, cracking my skull and breaking my spine, leaving me there to die overnight… and then again the next day when her mother saw what he had done and shot him before taking her own life… another bullet through my brains.

    I have been dismembered times and times again, I have been torn apart and fed to animals, I have seen my brains splatter on the walls, my neck was slashed, my body burried, my insides exposed to the light, my blood drained from me, my bones crushed after a fall…I have witnessed all that which afflicts mankind, suffered all of its aberrations, participate in all of its decadence…

    I have stood in the forefront of the death of every innocent, taking the blow for those who never deserved it, a mere rag doll, mercilessly thrown in at the final hour of terror, as the last breath heave from an alien body I now inhabit. Death does not get easier after a thousand times.

    I am only allowed peace when that which constitutes the essence of my sanity threatens to collapse and send my spiraling into absolute madness, a possible oblivion which I would gladly welcome at this point.

    I am presently between predicaments where I can only feel the world’s sorrow and its misery. I have been here before and the fact that I am able to formulate these few thoughts is telling me that I soon will be sent back into this nightmare you all call life. Yes, life can be cruel, I’ve been there. But the screams of agony of a man are but a pale whimper in comparison to the screams of agony of the soul… If only I knew…

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  • 3 months ago
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• IF YOU ONLY KNEW:

  • From: 666WISHDREMWATCHER
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     IF YOU ONLY KNEW WHAT LIFE HAS HAD ME GO THROUGH, WOULD YOU CARE OR JUST SAY SO ?

    THE YEARS IV'E STRUGGLED JUST TO GET BY AND ALL THE TEARS WOULD FILL THE OCEANS WHEN I DID CRY. LITTLE DID I KNOW THAT DOWN THE ROAD YEARS LATER , I NEEDED THAT TO GROW.
    

    I ONCE DIED, WHEN I WAS 21, BUT THEY BROUGHT ME BACK TO LIFE, WHY I DID NOT KNOW, GUESS I NEEDED STRENGHT FOR YEARS LATER I WOULD SHOW.
    

    QUESS MY TIME WAS NOT YET DONE.  I GAVE BIRTH TO A MIRICALE HE WAS MY SON. I KNOW NOW ,THAT SURRVIING ONLY PREPARED ME FOR WHAT LIED AHEAD.  FOR 20 YEARS LATER I FOUND MY 15 YEAR OLD DEAD.

    SOMEONE HAD HURT HIM FOR  WHAT REASONS UNKNOWN, NOW MY BABY LAID THERE LIFELESS IN A COMMA ON LIFE SUPPORT, WITH NO HOPE TO COME HOME.
    

    THEY TOLD ME THAT NIGHT TO MAKE ARRANGEMENTS AND THAT HE WOULD DIE, I TOLD THEM YOU DO KNOW HOW HE EVEN LIVED SO FAR. SO DO YOUR JOB AND HE WILL PUSH AS I DID TO ONLY COME OUT LIKE HIS MOTHER STONGER THAN YOU KNOW.

    IT HAS BEEN 5 YEARS SINCE THE TRAUMA AND EVERYDAY IS NEW, BUT THE LAST THING I STILL REMEMBER  TO THIS DAY, IS  WHY IT WAS JUST US TWO ?

    I'M JUST HIS MOTHER AND NOW HE IS A MAN. MORE CONCERNED THEN EVER BECAUSE HE'S NOW 21,  I FEEL THAT SOME OR SOMEONE HAS THE UPPER HAND.

    IF YOU ONLY KNEW OUR STORY, YOU STILL COULD NOT UNDERSTAND. HOW WE BREAK EACH OTHERS HEARTS, FOR WHAT WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND.
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

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  • 1 year ago
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• Dear Mr. SteveO83...WHAT THE D

  • From: forallthatsgoodandholy
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    ·     aliens visit earth

    GOD u americans are so full of shit . what makes you think the first visitors are goin to land in america ?? what happend last time they landed in roswell . they were murdered and took apart so your goverment could make new wepons to control the plannet . im british  the nation who created america and made it what it is today . if they were goin to land they will go to china or japan . or mabye they already have and the usa goverment has made them cover it up . anyway who the fuck would want to come to this plannet anyway and watch people killing each other everyday . we wont get any visitors until all these wars stop . and that will only happen when america takes all the oil in the world 4 themselves . we all know the us goverment blew up the twin towers and killed all those american citzens so they could go after all that oil . watch out dubi your next when america starts runin outa oil . and bin laden was killed years before the war in iraq and afganistan started the us made him make those tapes so they could justify killing there own people its funny how saddam husaine was found real quick and bin laden is still no where to be found .... YOU NEED TO WAKE UP AMERICA !!!!!! YOUR GOVERMENT IS FULL F SHIT .

    WHAT THE BLOODY MONTY PYTHON’S FLYING CIRCUS DEUCE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, MR. BEAN??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     

    To my fellow Fearnet family…the above exposition is a forum discussion comment made by a chap by the name of steveo83…the opinions…which are like assholes I believe the saying goes…are not those reflected by myself or Rupert.  That being said…shall we begin…

     

    First…a quick history lesson…British nation created America?  No taxation without representation. Don’t tread on us.  Don’t shoot til you see the whites of their eyes.  Any of these phrases ring a Big Ben bell?  A little thing we like to refer to as the American Revolution?  You might have possibly heard a person or two mention it…perhaps on the Fourth of July?  

    And then of course…there were those other two little skirmishes…WWI  & WWII…ring another Big Ben bell?  In case you’re unaware of them as well; we Americans are the reason why you’re speaking English today…and not GERMAN!!!!!

     

    Who says alien visitors will come to America first?  Up until you…no one…not even America.   All documentaries on the subject show them turning up centuries ago in all different countries…way before “you Brits created us?”.  And that Roswell thing…yes…I agree…Hangar 51 and Independence Day were very entertaining movies…that is where you’ve come up with your facts; right?   What the deuce, ol chap???!!!!  And having Japan and China cover up it?  Who the bloody hell do you think you are…Mel Gibson (who’s Australian by the by…but I suppose you knew that…since you probably think you made Australia and India as well) in Conspiracy Theory?

     

    And us attacking our own people in the Trade Center Towers…

     

    WHAT THE BLOODY MONTY PYTHON’S FLYING CIRCUS DEUCE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, MR. BEAN??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     

    How dare you, you insipid tea sipping, crumpet gobbling, cricket playing, fish and chips mongering, yellow-stained, buck-toothed, probably inbred, God save the Queen totaling (By the by…this is only reflecting Mr. steveo83…and not the rest of our English descended family members) I’m a Lumber Jack singing, watercress sandwich savoring, Pip, Pip, Cheerio, chimney sweeping limey!!!!!!

    Every country has their cover ups and discrepancies…even Mother England herself…but to accuse our government of that is irreprehensible. So use those deformed teeth of yours and BITE ME, MR. BEAN!!!!!

     

    WHAT THE BLOODY MONTY PYTHON’S FLYING CIRCUS DEUCE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, MR. BEAN??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     

    Well…Rupert and I could go on with our tirade…but this is merely a blog; and not a doctorate thesis…so we shall end it here.  But before we go…

     

    Yes…sometimes our government may be full of shit…like yours…

    But you sir appear to be loaded to the brim yourself!

     

    To everyone else…

    TTFN…

    Hugs and kisses…

    Stewie

     

    

     

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  • 4 days ago
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• RANDOM THOUGHTS ..but NO RANT!

  • From: sakbeerslayer365
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    ..WHY DOES IT MEAN YOUR HORNY IF U PEEL THE LABEL OFF A BEER BOTTLE?WHO STARTED THIS..SOME MANIC HAND MANIPULATION FETISH WEIRDO??....WHY DO MAXI-PADS NEED WINGS..ARE  YOU GOING TO SET THEM FREE WHEN YOUR DONE,LET THEM JUST FLY AWAY???...TO A BETTER PLACE WHERE THEY CAN BUILD NESTS AND RAISE LITTLE BABY LIGHT DAY PANTY-LINERS??...IF YOU BREAK AN EGG AND IT HAS TWO YOLKS DOES THAT MEAN YOUR COMMITING A DOUBLE ABORTION?....IF YOU DONATE A KIDNEY TO A FAMILY MEMBER DOES THAT MEAN THEYLL PEE IN THE SHOWER TOO???..A GIRL WITH ONE LEG SHORTER THAN THE OTHER SHOULD BE APTLY NAMED EILEEN...THERE SHOULD BE AN EVENT IN THE SPECIAL OLYMPICS FOR KIDS WITH TOURETTES SYNDROME.A FUCK CALLING CONTEST....SETTING A HOMELESS PERSON ON FIRE IS NOT AS MUCH FUN AS YOU WOULD THINK....I SAW A THREE LEGGED MALE DOG THE OTHER DAY AND WONDERED HOW MUCH HE MISSED FIRE-HYDRANTS...A MANS SEX DRIVE IS SOMETIMES MEASURED BY THE AMOUNT OF BOOZE HIS GIRLFRIEND/WIFE DRINKS....NEVER GIVE HEAD TO A DOLPHIN(I"VE SEEN THE VIDEO)....THE WEIRD KID IN THE SANTA CLAUS SUIT RIDING HIS BIKE UP AND DOWN THE STREET IN AUGUST ACROSS THE STREET FROM ME OBVIOUSLY HAS A MOTHER WHO ATE TOO MANY 'SHROOMS WHILE SHE WAS PREGNANT(TRUE STORY!!)...ON A SOMEWHAT RELATED NOTE.....NEVER DROP ACID JUST BEFORE A FAMILY FUNERAL (ALSO TRUE STORY)...MY DAD WAS THE ONLY PERSON I EVER SAW RIDE A BIKE BACKWARDS WHILE THEY WERE DRUNK AND DID NOT FALL OFF...THERE IS NO SHELF LIFE ON TWINKIES...CATS ARE SMARTER THAN DOGS I.E. A DOG WILL ANSWER TO NICE CUTE PUPPY DUMB FUCK SHITSTAIN,WAG ITS TAIL AND BE HAPPY..A CAT WILL LOOK AT YOU AND THINK TO ITSELF FUCK YOU MEASLY HUMAN AND IGNORE YOU...GUYS DONT MAKE PASSES AT GIRLS WITHOUT ASSHOLES...HUNGOVER IS BETTER THAN DEAD ....BERT THE MUPPET IS EVIL....BLIND PEOPLE HAVE TO  SMELL THEIR HAND TO MAKE SURE THEY WIPED ENOUGH...NEVER SNORT VODKA IF YOU HAVE A DEVIATED SCEPTUM...BYE

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  • 1 month ago
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• PUBLIC RESTROOMS

  • From: chickie
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    I want to know, what the hell is wrong with people?  I  was shopping for groceries the other day ,had been out of the house all day. Eventually I needed to pee, happens every day, no big deal. No big deal until I get to the restroom. I push open the door and I'm greeted with a unpleasant smell, but hey, it's a rest room after all. Smells can linger. When I open the first stall (with my shoe) I immediately jump backward , because on the floor  in front of the toilet is a pool of urine deep enough to swim in !!!  This is no accident, some woman peed on the ground ON PURPOSE. There was a full box of seat liners and the toilet itself looked spotless.  The  second stall opened into a bowl of poop soup. Wads of used toilet paper floating in it , at least we know this woman wiped. there was no toilet paper around the pee pool.   So I try the last stall . No poo. No pee. Just what appears to have been the scene of Bloody Mary's Murder. Boody tissue everywhere.drippage all over the floor.  SO what the HELL is WRONG with these women? Do they do the same thing in their own home ? where they work?  I left that store the only thing Igot was a bottle of Purell hand sanitizer - for free , due to the way I yelled at the store  employees and manager . Inever want to see another public restroom EVER!!!!

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  • 1 month ago
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• Fearnet: A Therapy Group

  • From: jasonprice
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    When I started coming to fearnet in 2007, I was delighted in finding a site that catered to the horror groupies both casual and severe, the serial killer (wannabes), and all the rest who decided to take a small walk on the dark side.  The fearnet that I was originally exposed to and spent more time than I want to admit, chatting on your blood stained walls, posting on your forums, was in whole or in part drama, part e-harmony, and part troll.  Those original days of fearnet are long since gone.  And most of those people have departed to other sites to chat, to spend there infection, and fetish, and finding those who would share there interests. But after coming back a couple of weeks ago I have found a new group, that is largely still drama queens, and teen screams.  The e-harmony 2.0, and the racist fucks.  I like this place, it feels like home.  The blood on the walls is still there, but consistently being replaced with new blood, and the fresh flesh that I look forward to reading more about.  The anger pleases me, so hot, deep, and psychotic you can dip your finger in it, swirl it around, and taste it.  That is some good anger.  I might talk on different sites now, but I will always come back to post in the forums, blog, and generally comment on all the twisted people that I see on here.  To gun nuts, serial killers (real and wannabe).  I feel comfortable, I look forward to coming home to fear, to the pool of delicious anger, and to the screams of the dying.  I think of fearnet as a sort of therapy for all the twisted fucks that are out there, to all the frustrated people young and old who take shit in there day to day life, and don't give a flying rat's ass what others think about them.  We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the universe.  We are fearnet.  We are the victims of reality, and this is our place to shine.  Open the door, and listen to the delightful screams, taste the anger and the pain of the tortured souls that are dying and killing themselves a little each day, but want to kill others that much quicker in delicious blood drenched ways.  Thank You Fearnet for being here. 

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  • 1 month ago
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• House of Tombs

  • From: Tombs
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      Halloween has always been a big event at our home.  Before my husband retired from the police dept.

    we had great costume parties and everyone really got into the spirit.  Even my grandson, Maddox, was

    born on Halloween.  He will turn 3 this October 31.  His sister, Hailey, is in our film.  This was a great

    experience for all of us.  Of course, it doesn't hurt to have the last name of Tombs.  It just seems right!

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  • 1 year ago
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• HOLY FUCK!

  • From: Plague_Jester
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    I'M SO EXCITED THIS WILL BE IN ALL CAPS!!!  SO, TODAY I WAS AT WORK, AND I THINK, I HATE MY JOB, I'M FUCKING GOING HOME!!!  SO I LEAVE, AND THERE IS A RIDICULOUSLY STEEP BRIDGE I HAVE TO CROSS, AND THE FUCKING TRAFFIC IS STOPPED ON IT!!!  I THINK "FUCK"!!! I DRIVE A STANDARD, THAT FUCKING SUCKS!!!  SO I GET CLOSER, AND THERE'S SOME BITCH ON THE SIDE PRETENDING TO LOSE BALANCE AND SHIT FOR ATTENTION!!!  SHE'LL LOSE BALANCE, AND BY MIRACLE, REGAIN IT!!! THIS HAPPENS OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!  I THINK DAMN I WISH SHE'D JUST FALL... GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!  SHE FUCKING FELL!!!  IT'S LIKE A 200FT DROP TO FUCKING CONCRETE!  I wish I could have gotten ya'll a picture... police said "no"  Sorry... Fucking sweet day....

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  • 1 year ago
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• WICKED ART

  • From: kill_tomorrow
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  • 1 year ago
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• Bad Blog Link..

  • From: babygurl8324
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    I am sorry everyone this blog has been edited for various reasons..  Mainly I can't delte it?

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  • 1 month ago
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• Elizabeth Part I - a story ins

  • From: Lucifer5
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    She would only come out at night. She said she had an illness that prevented her from playing in the sun and her mother only let her go out for 1 hour after the sun sets for the night. Not many other little girls her age hung around after dark, even in a neighborhood as quiet as this one.

     

    I first met her, little Elizabeth, a week ago. I was walking home from the hospital where I had just been released after a 2 months stay for treatment of a brain tumor that apparently was responsible for some form of psychological singularities – so they say – but it was treated now and I had just received the ok to leave and return home. I wasn’t happy but I was returning home.

     

    Walking through downtown as the sun sets offers a different experience than any other time of day. It gives the impression that the world is in transition. As the lights fade into a darker shade and the shadows are slowly stretching into a grotesque semblance of their former self, the day takes on a more rugged and meaner appearance, readying itself for the darkness to come.

     

    The crowd was buzzing with people trying to squeeze in a last minute of shopping out of the day, why anyone works so hard at spending money has always astonished me. I was struggling to get through the crowd, walking fast with my head low trying not to make eye contact with anyone in case I ran into an acquaintance; I just wanted to go home…

    And that’s when I came face to face with this little blond person, eyes as big as the moon; she was no taller than my belt buckle. She was staring at this mime that was performing, apparently just for her, completely absorbed by the spectacle. She was clapping her little hands and giggling like a broken doll. Her smile was as radiant as the stars.  There was something peculiar about this little girl, something compelling and it stopped me dead in my tracks. Although she appeared to be here on her own, I don’t believe anyone could have done her harm. She reeked of innocence and purity.

     

    I stared at her for a few moments. She seemed so happy and so oblivious to all of the nasty predicaments this world has in store for us all, looking at her was very calming. I quickly forgot why, 2 months prior, I had been brought into custody in handcuffs at tazer point, why I was deemed insane, why I spent countless hours being questioned, probed and analyzed while they said there was something wrong with me, something bad about me… I even forgot how bad it hurt when my fiancé left me and turned all of my friends against me.  I could have stood there for hours just looking at her. Her little happy self. Waves of serenity were washing over me and the soothing was exhilarating!

     

    She turned around and looked up at me giggling shyly. She was all smiles. Afraid of nothing and probably unaware that there was anything to be afraid of in the first place…

    Somebody bumped me from behind and when I recovered my footing, Elizabeth was gone. Vanished, just like that. I felt the cold of her absence instantly. It was a very eerie feeling, completely unjustified but very real nonetheless. I searched the crowd briefly but had to accept that she was gone. My anger and bitterness toward the whole universe resurfaced pretty quickly after that as I resumed the trek to my house; see what’s left of my life… my crumbled, shattered life…

     

    The window to the basement had been broken. The place had clearly been ravaged once or  twice by some punk-ass losers – there was books scattered all over the place, ripped to pieces, one of my TV was busted, broken dishes all over my kitchen, my computer was stolen, so were my DVDs, my CDs, my 50^th anniversary Les Paul signature guitar and my entire porn collection!  Food was rotten in my fridge; there was even a dead cat in my bedroom closet!  I fucking hate this stupid-ass society! If they were to keep me locked up for 2 months, think they could have at least sent people for random check on my fucking house! At least they hadn’t stolen the one bottle of Crown I had left – Damn punks were probably too short to reach the cupboard above the fridge… Fuckers –

     

    I cracked the bottle, found one glass that was in decent enough shape to use and gave my best shot at numbing whatever was left of my miserable soul as quickly as I could before reality began to really kick me in the teeth!

     

    Next thing I knew, I was awaken by a knock on the front door. My head was pounding, my throat felt like sandpaper and my back hurt from sleeping in a love seat whose spring were poking through cushion that had been slashed repeatedly. I gave my head a shake, wiped the drool off my chin and tried to get up. My left arm had gone completely numb. Fuck, I don’t remember falling asleep. I cracked my neck painfully from side to side and looked for a clock – missing. Go figure. I went for the door; squinting and limping from a bad sleep wondering who the fuck was there and how fast can I make them leave when I opened the door to come face to face once again with this little sunshine of a girl with eyes big as life looking up at me. She smiled and I struggled to make sense of the situation… I was both confused and appeased by her sudden presence.

     

         “What – hum… what are you doing here little girl?”

    This was really weird. I still felt pretty fuzzy from this empty bottle in my hand and I wasn’t sure if I was really seeing what I was seeing at the time…

     

         “Mommy and Daddy aren’t home right now Mister and they don’t want me to stay alone.”

    I blinked once. Rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand –

         “Hum… what?”

         “Mister please would you let me stay here until Mommy and Daddy come back?”

         “Hum…little girl, I dunno bout that…you don’t even know me! What if I’m a bad man?”

         “Well Mister, are you a bad man?” she said with a mocking smirk.

         “Hum…no? I guess I’m not…”

         “Then it’s ok Mister, I’ll be alright here. My name’s Elizabeth.” As she extend her hand to me .

         “I’m… hum… I’m Carl…”

     

    And this is how Elizabeth came into my life. She walked in and from that moment on, really didn’t shut up for one minute! She told me all about her life, her family, her friends, the illness that prevented her from playing in the sun all the while helping me clean up my house. Having her nearby procured the most amazing sense of relief and self-abandon. I was completely intoxicated by her liveliness! The longer she stayed, the deeper the euphoria. I was not ready to let her go. Not now, not ever but I was also unable to tell her no for anything! That was a problem…she only had to look at me with those pleading eyes and I could not find the strength to refuse her anything. I wanted to protect her and give her the world!

     

    Eventually, the sun was about to rise and Elizabeth told me she had to leave. Her Mommy and Daddy would soon be home and it would not be good if she wasn’t there when they’d come through the door. I asked her if she would come back… If I could see her tomorrow?

     

         “Daddy doesn’t like it when I spend to much time out.” She said.

         “But I would like you to come back to see me… I could prepare you your favorite meal! What do you like?”

         “I don’t eat very much.” She said. “And you don’t really have anything to play with…”

         “I’ll get you something tomorrow then if you promise to come back. What is your favorite toy? What do you like most?”

     

    She went silent for a minute, her little finger tapping on her chin while looking up at the ceiling… she was "mock-thinking” I could tell.

    She lowered her gaze to me and said –

         “I don’t play with toys very much…” then a smirk came twisting her childish features…

         “…but I like the silent man… I like the mime…”

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  • 3 months ago
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• Lament of a Demon fiend

  • From: Lucifer5
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    All I wanted was to crack one lousy beer for old times’ sake. Did he let me have it – Noooooooo. Wouldn’t one anyone of us to find contentment of any sort into our obligations. That would just go against protocol or something. Keep us dancing on a string, keep the leash short and show unconditional abeyance at all cost, at all time.

    I wasn’t even supposed to be here. These humans are getting more clever every centuries. In the old days, the Boss knew everything that would happen before it happened. It used to be all Judeo-Christian psycho-babble but now they are finding ways around that. I bet you most of the so called witches and warlocks nowaday wouldn’t know what a Sephiroth is. Could any one of them define the Tetragramaton? I think not! Things have changed.

    A few hours ago I was going about my business, checking on bids for jobs and next thing you know, I felt that damn electrical jolt followed by that skull splitting migraine that presage a casting. I went from Hell to this Robert guy’s attic in the blink of an eye and the Boss had no idea. Don’t know how the idiot human summoned me but I wasn’t prepared for that, which made the headache about 100 times worst than it would have been so I was not as happy to see him as he was to see me!  My sudden appearance raised a cloud of dust; made Robert sneeze and broke the circle that was supposed to contain me. I was furious, reached out to grab him and I realized he had me materialized in a semi human form! My limbs weren’t any longer than his, no talons to speak of, I had flesh for skin – gross – and I don’t even wanna think what my face might look like! As if I wasn’t pissed off enough before, now I couldn’t even contain my rage. Although the sudden show of fear on his face almost slowed me down, it was truly beautiful and I could have admire it for days but the stench of his gradually climbing hysteria rising to the surface quickly snapped me back to lucidity.

    I jumped at him. The damn gravity was making me clumsy but I got to him, face distorted with rage, I grabbed the arm he used to block me and crushed his forearm. He started to scream so I snapped his elbow, tore the arm off and bashed him once across the face with it. The jagged bones protruding from the elbow joint did a nice number on his left cheek. I could see teeth through the gash. I threw the severed limb across the room, knowing that the Boss would soon realized I had been summoned and would snap me back in a jiffy so I had very little time to play.

    Robert had fallen backward, totally hysteric now. I reached down, grabbed him by the shoulders and sank my fingers behind his collar bones. I picked him up and held him as high as my stupid human-looking arms could hold him. His blood was starting to flow between my fingers as I dug in deeper into his flesh, his blood spilled down my arms, dripping to the floor from my elbows. One quick clenching motion and the collar bones snapped! He screamed some more. I was impressed he could maintain his consciousness through this whole ordeal. I have met many who would have long passed out.

    I slammed his body back down as hard as I could. One of his leg landed wrong and bent at an unusual angle...  I could see his right femur winking at me. Shit. People can bleed out pretty fast from a busted femur. I’ll have to be quick.

    I put my right hand flat on his left thigh, pushing down with all my weight and grabbed his knee cap with the other hand. I paused for a second, looked him in the eyes and smiled as his terror slowly shifted to hopelessness. I held his gaze as I crushed his kneecap as if it were a cracker. I then slid my hand up under his skin and snapped the tendons from his quadriceps. Now his lower body won’t wiggle so much while I finish him off. I’m in a hurry here.

    Robert was a very skinny man so I used this attribute to my advantage. I dug in his abdomen, found his floating ribs and yanked them right out of him! I always enjoyed chewing on the bit of meat that would attach itself to human ribs. I let him watch me lick his ribs clean as he lay there, mangled and enable to do anything about it. That’ll teach him to think he’s man enough to summon a demon without following protocol. His screams were nothing were now nothing more than whimpers now and heavy breathing.

    He was losing a lot of blood and probably wouldn’t last that much longer and I could feel the anxiety climbing in me so a gate would be opening soon and I would be sent back – damn it!

    I ripped the skin off his torso. From chest to lower abdomen and watched his face contort in pain as I reached in and tore the bottom of his stomach, letting the gastric acid and whatever else was in there spill all over his inside. Now there’s a stench I won’t soon forget! It looked like it was eating at his organs, everything was bubbling, and his eyes were the only thing that told me he was still conscious. The rest of him didn’t seem to respond to much anymore. I wonder how far I can pull his eyeballs out before they come right off!

     

    I sat there before him, contemplating what I had done. Over the centuries, humans have always been fascinated with magic and demonology. There are a lot of us who would like nothing better than teach mankind and help them accomplish their goal. Those Agathodemon hold a terrible amount of knowledge gathered over centuries of various predicament but such actions would likely be our downfall so the Boss made sure it was us Cacodemons who would be the sentive ones so that any man that knew too much could be dealt with. No one wants to see a human attain godhood.

    This one here, Robert, is staring back at me and I am pretty sure his broken self can’t make much sense of what just happened. He didn’t know too much. In fact, I don’t think he really knew anything at all! I have no idea how he got a hold of me in the first place, why I was thrown out of Hell at his command but since he couldn’t hold me, my nature was to toy with him until he spilled his guts – literally.

    As I sit here, intrigued by the various substances oozing out from every orifices of this man’s face, some he was born with, some I carved myself, I wondered why is it that I do the things I do? Every time I get pulled in, instinct takes over and I let nature take its course. I guess that is the essence of a Cacodemon.

    I stood up and noticed that my skin was starting to crack. I have been here too long, gotta rehydrate before I start flaking off . I had a thought and it excited me!– Betcha there’s beers in the fridge! Oh man, I haven’t had a beer in years! I think the last time I was summoned was in Massachusetts in 1903! I’ll grab a cold one and come back to finish him off – Oh boy oh boy! Ha Ha – Beeeeeeer! Why don’t I like coming here again? Can’t remember –

    As I made my way downstairs, I tried to smile at the idea of what I could next but my lips cracked, then my cheeks cracked and I could feel all of my teeth exposed to the open air! I frowned, everything went black and the stench of sulphur rose and sank its claws into my brains.

    When I could see again, I was back in Hell. Shit. That Robert dude is gonna have to finish dying on his own! Goddamn now I’m mad again -

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• Heatherton lane house of pain

  • From: mikealobe
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    Hey all you crazy people..............vote MIKEALOBE for haunt my home contest. I have some sweet stuff in my house and need some votes to WIN. I am just like all the rest and would like to win the cash.................help

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  • 1 year ago
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• Wow just watched the whole vid

  • From: mutant_space_gerbil
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    IT IS OVER THE TIME LIMIT RULE   !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    
    !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    
    !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    
    !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    
    !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    
    !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • 1 year ago
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• What the? WERE YOU EVEN THIN

  • From: mutant_space_gerbil
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    Wow just watched good morning AMERICA.  NO HELLSGATE, NO VILLAGE OF THE DAMNED  both with the most votes ..... hmmmm not even in the top 5.........  than a complete thrown together crap fest is listed as the #1 home haunt in AMERICA.............  Did I notice that in the top 5 you had several videos that when posted were over the 2 minute rule ie Morbid Manor 2:02..... Why make rules and requirements if you arent going to bother to even follow them.... What-ever the contest was a hoax.... Its what would look cute and cuddley for American morning viewers...........  Why dont you shut this site down its not cute and cuddley....  Well I will be taken as a sore loser but I just dont like the fact you dont even follow YOUR rules.

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  • 1 year ago
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• PUNCHED

  • From: Cocoa_Noir
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    Barney likes little boys.
    ((Actually as a little kid, I loved Barney.))
    Holy shit I have been DIEING because of this stupid SNL skit with Andy in it. It's where he punches people before they eat, omg. I can't stop laughing at it, I love it so much. So what the hell have I been up to for 2 weeks? Being sick and getting over it. I am now over my illness, BUT NOW I HAVE A SINUS INFECTION. *dances stupidly* Anywho. So yeah. I gotta make my Halloween costume still. Imma be a bat, well, at least how I always draw myself. <3; Like on my Profile, I got fuzzy arms and legs with huge ass claws. And bat wings and a little tail. *A*; I figured the claws will be paper mache`, o wuteva, spray painted grey or white, fuzzy black material and my tail can be a wire. Wings...psh. Crapco is my name now, lmfao. Or I could say I'm a werewolf, yahyah. I saw elven ears for like 6$ at K-Mart and a pair of VAMPIRE TEETH. GOTTA GET THOSE. LMFAO. I AM SOOOOOOOO GAY. Oh yeah I'm ttly a lesbian now even though I'm the only one in my group with a boyfriend, roflmfao. I got called a lesbian TWICE in one month. One retard was like yelling across the fucking campus like, "HEY U GUYZ LESBIAN U BUY CANDY OK" He srsly said it like that. And then he started babbling like..."IAN SAYS hfdjkfdsa???" And I just go, "IAN LIKES DICKS UP HIS ASS." ROFL. NO MORE TALKING THEN, QUEERS. Stupid lonely table of teenage boys. I want to punch them one by one in the face.
    Yeah so. And I'm trying to beat Twilight Princess finally. I fucking suck, roflmfao. I HAVE DEAD SPACE, which is FUCKING AWESOME...buttttttt Twilight Princess hurrrrr. I love Zoras. *3* I wish I was a mermaid. <3
    But who cares.
    
    ART TIME
    
    I got a bunch of fucking doodles I never put up, so here they are.
    This isn't done what so ever, but the base lines. I don't know if I'll ever go back and edit it. I like it though. Hooke is on the right, Rafiki on the left. They're fighting the first boss, Alsuma. He's a Qilin, so he's like a mixture of animals...like a Chimera. I guess. Qilins are like...cooler though. *3*;;
    And this is shitty Morrigan. I wanted to draw her since I saw shitty fan art. And now I am adding to that shitty fan art pile. She's [c] to Capcom.
    Melon is my Poke'mon, a Mismagius? I forgot how to spell the name. He's so cute. I saw some terrible fan art by some fag I know. I mean he doesn't even PLAY Pokemon, and he draws huge tits. Yes, I'm talking about you Fire. Stop degrading my Pokemon. Melon was cute at the time, but now he doesn't look so anymore. Pokemon [c] to Nintendo.
    This is for George's belated 18th B-Day. I might re-do it. I was listening to Bombshell, Spider is so awesome. <3333333 But I forgot the first song I was listening to...I liked her face so I kept re-drawing her body. I was clashing between making a girl, but I don't want George to get the wrong impression like I'm slutty or something plz. I can't help it, I like curvy girls. >:
    Something I made up. She's so cute. I was thinking mebbe she could be Dr. White, from Venture Bros., lab assistant or something. I love her freckles and glasses.
    Yashel is my main character for my main series, Antartica. I've been working on it since I was 12, it really means a lot to me. She's a demon princess from Hell who goes to purify the corrupt Heaven. It sounds simple, but I'm proud of its complexity and many original characters. Yashel is by far my favorite. She has parasites in her ears that can turn into wings and a tail to give her a devil like apperance. She's a bounty hunter. When the series first starts, she's 10. Later it skips to another arc, and this my main one. She's like I unno, 19...though she looks older. Mebbe she should be. Whatever rofl.
    Another picture of Yashel. I don't know where I even got that inspiration to draw that rofl. I was listening to Rex the Dog's Circulate. It was in the Kitsune album that Fischerspooner was involved in. I like her wings and feet.
    Unfinished Headshots for Crescent Moon. It's for when they talk. Hooke is dry and sarcastic, so he's got most of those faces. Rafiki is flirty and hauty. And Kronetsa, the second antagonist, is pretty normal for the most part. She has Naga guards which hypnotize her. She has a complex with being Royal. She claims she is the Queen of the Reptiles and gets hysteric about it. That's what the farthest right face is. Hooke's farthest right is his god form. It's not done, lmfao. Looks kind of stupid right now.
    Stitches is my old Neopet, she's a Korbat. She's the sweetest thing in the world. I love drawing her. She's just like my only lolita/pretty character. Her face seems a bit long in this one.
    Finally Yashel's pose is really cool. I love her dragons. <3 The one on the left is my favorite. She doesn't look as hyena-ish in this one, which is the only thing that dissapoints me in this one. She was originally a hyena girl but she's just a demon now.
    
    I apologize for not putting out more or updating as much. I'll try to keep up, I'm not sure how much I can do this week seeing as I have an essay due on Friday, a painting due on Monday, and a American History exam on Thursday. So yeah, I'm busy rofl. Plus I wanna keep playing Twilight Princess and watching my Venture Brothers. <3 I love that show now. But I love you guys too! <3 *smooch*
    
    Art + all series + characters [c] to me. ((Excluding Pokemon and Morrigan))
    Current Mood - Sleepy
    Listening To - ATC - I'm In Heaven When You Kiss Me ; Powerman 5000 - Megatronic ; SNL - Punch Song ((I'M DIVERSE!! :D))

     

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• EPISODE-SKIN & BONES ON FEAR I

  • From: 666WISHDREMWATCHER
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    THE EPISODE OF "SKIN AND BONES" ON FEAR ITSELF  SHOW WAS PREETY NARLEY. IT TOUCH ME IN THAT SPECIAL WAY.....lol. EVERYONE IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED, PLEASE DO, FREAKING AWSOME !

    KUDOS TO THIS EPISODE, IT MADE ME TRIP HARD. EXELLENT  STORY & ACTING. VERY CONVINCING AND BELIEVABLE. FINALLY SOMETHING TO FIT MY TASTE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • 11 months ago
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• nasty ass friend

  • From: leatherface_sawyer
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    well my friend jessica is a nasty little troll me and her went to a death metal concert the stupid idiot had sharted herself for all the dumb asses that dosen't  know what that means it's when you fart and shit yourself at the same time i made her stay at the concert it's not my fault she can't control her shit problems thats like the second time this has happend shes a nasty garden troll now i call her shitty boo lol

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  • 1 year ago
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• when people post sexy photos

  • From: lucyna
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    yes i know it's out there but when you have kids logging on to read our profiles we should keep our pictures as horror not sexy like a singles ad. this is fearnet not the singles ad. so all you that have boobs hanging out think before you post? is there a child looking.

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  • 1 year ago
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