Monday, September 19, 2011

Like one that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.




12 comments:

  1. Oh God. Are you Okay? Speak to me! Don't lose it.

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  2. You worry me sometimes, sweetheart.
    If you die i'll fucking kill you

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  3. This is not the sort of things I want to wake up to.

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  4. No.
    Nononnononononononono
    fuckingfuckingfuck
    FUCK YOU RAVEN

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  5. ... and here I thought it's my job to lose my shit in the comments.
    Nemo, what's going on?

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  6. You don't see it? FUCKING HELL SPENCER IT'S RIGHT THERE!

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  7. Nononononononononono the picture. Please tell me you see it Opal IT'S RIGHT THERE.

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  8. He'srighttherehe'srightthereFATHERISRIGHTTHEREMASTERISRIGHTTHEREANDIDIN'TNOTICE

    fuck, deep breaths. Nemo, do you know where this was taken?

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  9. Not crazy! Ha!
    A paranoid is merely a person in possession of all the facts.

    It's from the end of my street of course.

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  10. then run.
    runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun.

    Or not. But either way, if I was a religious man, I'd start to pray.

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  11. The road to hell is paved with the best of intentions.
    ~Corwin

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