*sneaks in and grabs some coffee and pamcakes*
BOOGER!
*flops into a FBBC*
Good Morning Rook!
Defcon 0 - (D4 lvl 50),DJ Shecky Cape Radio
@Shecky
Twitter: @DJ_Shecky, @siliconshecky, @thecaperadio
When you air your dirty laundry out on a clothesline above the street, everyone is allowed to snicker at the skid marks in your underoos. - Lemur_Lad
*wanders by in a tuxedo cat costume*
What?
Morning all! Home sick, take pity and send double chocolate hot chocolate.
Morning Shecky and Tux!
Are you sure it's just the sniffles tux....
We really should be sure. Answer this survey please.
1. ) Is your skin an odd shade of green or white?
2. ) Do you find yourself drooling odd viscous fluids at inopportune times?
3. ) Does the thought of a nice BLT, brains lettuce and tomato sammich sound good right about now?
4. ) Do you shuffle?
5. ) Have you been dead most of the morning?
Otherwise, hope you get to feeling better
Let us stifle under mud at the pond's edge
and affirm that it is fitting
and delicious to lose everything. ~ Donald Hall
Get well soon Twipper
Heroes : Angrem (50 Stone tank), Exo Inferis (50 Fire blaster), Exo Proteus (50 ill/emp), IceVengance (50 cold defender)
Villains : AtomBomb (50 Rad/Kin corruptor), Aleks (50 SS/Inv brute), StoneLethal (50 EM/Stone brute), Davroz (50 Bots/Dark mastermind)
ohoh i started a rookery thread too
as Ood Sigma said....We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep. This song is ending. But the story never ends.
/e spray paints pumpkins with glow in the dark paint and sets them out on the front stoop.
Hope everyone has a safe and spooky one tomorrow.
/e sets out black pamcakes and blood red maple syrup and a nice dessert glass full of eyebal....I mean peeled grapes.
/e flutters up to the bust of Pallas, "Scary quote from Ray Bradbury, The October Country, I believe. One of my more favorite books of his. "
"…Beware the autumn people...For some, autumn comes early, stays late, through life, where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ’s birth there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring or revivifying summer.
For these beings, fall is the only normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond.
Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No, the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks through their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars.
They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud al clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles—breaks.
Such are the autumn people. Beware of them."
Anyone else got a scary turn of phrase to share?
Let us stifle under mud at the pond's edge
and affirm that it is fitting
and delicious to lose everything. ~ Donald Hall