And all has been ripped from under our feet, to leave us dangling in the air like feathers tossed to the winds. The ache of loss, you know, never truly fades, especially when we never have our chance to say those things that, at the time, seemed so trivial, so pointlessly sentimental and foolish, and human. And, when the chance to do so, when we ( Read more... )

Oh, really now? It has been so long, indeed, since I've 'let my hair down'. Worries and fidgets aside, I do believe this is going to be fun. Isn't it, bottom-feeder?

Seconding Dante, and pointing out that, had I not been swallowed by Leviathan, this would have never come to be.

I am unamused.

That doesn't bode well.

"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death."

- William Shakespeare

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!

Many and varied sinners suffer eternally in the multi-leveled Malebolge, an ampitheatre-shapped pit of despair Wholly of stone and of an iron colour: Those guilty of fraudulence and malice; the seducers and pimps, who are whipped by horned demons; the hypocrites, ( Read more... )

Do you hear that? That was the sound of my heart stopping. And then exploding.

And it does seem I missed the wankfest. Pity.

As you were.

Tch. Gullible. I thought as much. Lies, lies, and more lies. I have seen, and I am unimpressed with it all. Now it only goes to reason what the truth of it is. I give my guess, and it is more than likely on the mark, but I shall say nothing of it here.

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Name six songs that you are currently digging ... it doesn't matter what genre ( Read more... )

Aheh. I do believe I feel like smiting the wicked. I do so hope he won't be too missed.