Posted by WingedNatalina |
9/12/2006 12:31 PM | remove |
And a God descended..
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Posted by MutantMandias |
9/12/2006 3:06 PM | remove |
I met a traveller from a radioactive land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of duralloy
Stand in the wasteland. Near them, in the slag,
Half melted, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled tentacles, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its engineer well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The claw that mocked them, and the dual-heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is MutantMandias, padishah of domars:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal ruin, boundless and bare
The lone and glassy slag stretches far away.
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Posted by dundertits |
9/12/2006 8:40 PM | remove |
you're a durn fantasy head...
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Posted by BOX |
9/12/2006 9:10 PM | remove |
and obviously a tentacle lover.
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Posted by binaryzero |
9/12/2006 11:28 PM | remove |
thinking about MutantMandias and tentacle sex makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit.
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Posted by WingedNatalina |
9/12/2006 11:52 PM | remove |
You throw up a little in your mouth, too? I'm so glad I'm not the only one who says that.
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Posted by dundertits |
9/13/2006 3:08 AM | remove |
it's gerd dummies quit wearing half mask negative pressure respirators...for the love of GOD........
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