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Tuesday Ahktobur 05, 2002, 4:20 am


Infinite space is called Yog-Sothoth, while the infinitely small and atomic yet omnipresent point is called Azathoth2. These are unmanifest. One conjunction of these infinites is called Cthulhu, a Unity which lies dead but dreaming in his tomb beneath the waters, communicating with men in their dreams. What does this have to do with lawyers and teeth and sharkses? you may be asking. Is it not obvious? Of course it is. 

Tuesday Septeembur 05, 2002, 4:20 am


*** All things are impermanent *** *** All things are imperfect *** *** All things are incomplete ***
Oh, and I updated the Scree-fice database, though it isn't really a database, it's just another website, but we like to call it that so it feels special. Because it is special.  

Tuesday Augest 05, 2002, 4:20 am


BEWARE THE SCREE-FICE MENACE!!  

Tuesday Jooly 05, 2002, 4:19 am


Happy happy japaneseland! Hows tha ball rollin today? Yowzah Yowzah Yowzah. What is th square of hypothetical misery that holds sawy in the rotten hearts of filthy children? That square is a tirangle and that name of that triangle is of the sixhundredth type of the sixtieth form of the sixth antiplatonic undeal and it is in the service of the beast and it's frequency is extremely low. That the bum trip is like homework, like a parent that scolds and scowls, like a beating, like a whip, like a sapling switch, like a belt, like a shoe, like a bloody railroad spike. That which the evil fears and darkness hides from, that which hunts the hunters and crushes their prey. That nsmeless, deathless mind-blasting horror of proto-times and eldritch gulfs of space, that blasphemous nameless shambling thing knowm as MR Thunderworm!!!!  

Tuesday Joon 05, 2002, 4:21 am


I was suppoosed to stop drinking and I suppose I have. Not stopped, of course, but restrained. I have killed anybody in literaly months. Like Lex Luthor. HE was an honorable villain an dhe never took an innocent life. You knew where you stood with old lex. The Joker was a villain's villain. Thats what drinkin must be like. But don;t worry too much, I;m still evil. They're still viscious. We will never give up the fight. We will not cease the bloodbath we will just redirect it. Here look, I made this while drunken but not dangerous. Oh yeah, I almost forgeting am! Happpy Fatherlandday!!  

Tuesday Maay 05, 2002, 4:20 am


A new link in the infernal conspiracy that keeps this world, and so many others, wrapped in the grey chains of biological/genetic/mental/emotional/spiritual/social/psychic slavery! The true slave masters must be quaking with the fear of the recognition of the beginning of the unravling of their bitter ends. We need not waste our energies and lives on these petty interdimensional squables and bloody atrocities. Don't you see? All imperiums, whether demonic, vampiric, insectile or technological, are all symptoms of an infection by a greater meta-force, an imperium of imperiums. Witness the latest blow in the battle for the destabilization of all boundaries! Witness the unholy TRVTH about Mr. Slayer and his nefarious World of Progress. Sla Industries is not a game, not another pointless distraction of "entertainment" meant to keep you docile and unaware of your options to rise up and cast down your masters with violent revolution. Nay!! It is instead yet another unseen piece in the endless chess war for my soul that has engulfed the whole of the omniverse in a firestorm of conflict and subterfuge. My immature past self that resides in th pre-birth stages(The Devil) is forever raging at my evolved future self that resides the post-death stages(The Messiah) and they send damaging thoughts and vibrations across the length of my experiential corpus (Existence/God) which, in part, takes the form of the Eternal Struggle of whihc you are all part.

 

Tuesday March 05, 2002, 4:20 am


I had a prophetic dream last night. I had all the normal elements of the normal dreams, the killings and gore, the flying children versions of your coworkers and relatives, the naked women with breasts larger than their heads, the tentacles never ending, the great fields of them mocking us with their cruel undulations, always those acursed tentacles, but this dreamn featured something very different. It does not reflectly deeply on my character. I dont think abou things like this all the time. It was just something that reared up unexpectedly from my subconcious. The book was SAS, Silver Age Sentinels, a super hero roleplaying game. in the dream it was the best book ever written. You could make any thing with and it would all turn out cool. The rules were simple yet elegant. The cover never wore or deformed and the pages glowed in the dark. It quickly outsold the bible and the koran combined. It ended all war and famine and disease. We used its why powers work chapter to master the art of levitating. We also summon magical servitors made of pink smoke the strength of steel. Here are some characters and stuff we might be using in our prophisied game.

El Torro: a super strong lucha libre crimefighter with superstrong moral convictions! Strong enough to break you town aprt! Or throw the moon at someone! His mask is magic! It can detect lies and can see the good and evil in peoples hearts. And as long as he wears it he cannot do evil, whethre by trickery or mental comination or intent, he cannot do an evil act! Ever! He was trained as a child in th arts of wrestling trapped in the giant gymnaseum of HELL! He was rescued by the spirit of the first lucha libre ever! He was gifted a superhuman physique in the ancient spirit world by the ancient pantheons of preconquest mexico and pre imperial greece! He returns to earth to rid the universe of evil! But the vengeful devil Satan sends his minions forth to constantly block El Torro's valiant goals. A constant stream of stereotypical horror movie cast members, vampires, werewolves, witches, zombies, gargoyles, mummies, ghouls, ghosts, goblins, imps, demon wrestlers, sucubi, fishmen, psychotic madmen, devil dogs, oversized insect life and of course El Chupacabra. His spaceship looks like a golden bull's head.

Dr. Baseball: a mad scientist theme villian. His every scheme must involve baseball and baseball equipment in some way. He has a team of robot baseball players with metal electrified bats and exploding baseballs, they also have guns that shoot baseballs. He is very self critical and will abandon new devices if he becomes dissatisfied with them. In this way many of his schemes can result in new technology for the common good. He has no goals per se, he is just very evil and obsessed with baseball and also batshit insane. Really his only goals are to spread baseball themed mayhem cross the universe. His spaceship looks like a flying catchers mit.

Pengu Pengu: A rogue mutant alien. Born from a race of flightless bird people on a backwater ice moon Pengu Pengu's egg nest was placed in a next accidently constructed on a radioactive meteor! The strange energy from the space rock killed his parents but nurtured him giving him frightening powers. He is a large cartoonish blue penguin with huge ovalblack featurless buttonlike eyes. He stands seven feet and weighs 620 pounds. He could easily rip a man in half. His skin is immune to energy attacks. Though he cannot apparently talk he has proven his superhuman intellect many times, and seems to have an intuitive understanding of even the most complex of machinery or electronics. But his most horrible power is the ability to generate viscious five foot long penguin-seals out of his skin. He can generate these instantly at the rate of twelve a second. He can do this indefinately and there is no upper limit of penguin-seals he can create or control. These penguin-seals are in telepathic contact with each other and Pengu Pengu at all times and at all distances. They are are natural killers, each as strong as twenty men. They do not appear to have any fear of death nor does Pengu Pengu seem to feel any attatchment to them. In fact he will usually leave them on whater planet or ship they were generated on to wreak minor havoc and act as a rudimentary ssurveilance sytem. Pengu Pengu has been known to take hostages but has never willingly returned aqny of them. His goals are simply the complete destruction of all other life forms in the universe. Though he may seem blunt at first and is obviously not as talky his fiendish scheme and devices are just as twisted and machiavelian as any othe villian could hope for. His spaceship is shaped like an icecream cone, the kind with the pointy tip.

Wereshrew: An innocous three foot tall humanoid named Anzorf he can, with a thought, become a three foot tall shaggy long snouted humanoid monster with long saberlike claws and razor sharp sawtooth fangs. It is incredibly strong, so fast it appears as a blur when it runs, and it's acid is a supercorrosive poisonous acid that will kill anything, anything at all. A freak mutatn he works as a mercenary and bounty hunter, trying to raise uo enough money to buy the rest of his non-wereshrew species out of slavery. He does not have a spaceship, he must use mass transit (galactic bus routes, etc).



Tuesday march 05, 2002



Marriage can seem such a pointless endeavor, the womb can seem frightening from without, its endless depths of blindness are horrorifying to a modern mind. So we repose in the dusk of sanity, take breif spells in the violent paraworlds of the inhuman psychosphere. Join us on the tanget plane as NOR, who is no longer a noncomformist organic robot but is the worlds first human at the end of the world and extinction of humans. JOIN US, JOIN HIM, JOIN THE JOINER JOINT



Tuesday, February 19, 2002

 
Nyeck Who knows not me, dont even knowing ask cause no wont happen ever! <

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I mock You! I mock you lacks, your lack of knowledge and of understanding. you stand ankle deep in the pool of ultimate horror yet you cannot look down. Their chains are on your neck and leather on your eyes. Our feelers and tendrils move invisibly over your naked toes to control and use you. You have been converted and trained and assigned your deadly missions all without your knowing assent. You are our pawn to abuse and cast aside as we wish. There are far worse things than death my friend, disobey our silent commands and you will know them all.

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cocksucker fuckshit - 10:58 PM

 
Tuesday, February 12, 2002


I will murder a man! I will kill him in cold blood! His death will not be pleasant, it wil not be quick and it will not be clean. He will linger in agony, he will shudder and vomit and soil himself. I will drive him insane before I let him die. With a knife, some rope and a sturdy chair, I can break the soul of any man, melt down his mind till he is no longer the same person but a new individual who we can mold and prune in to a mental freak, a gimp, barely human but uniquely suited to our sanity draining profession.

I WILL KILL THE PRESIDENT! I WILL SHOOT HIM DEAD! THIS IS NOT AN IDLE THREAT! OUR AGENTS HAVE BEEN IN PLACE FOR YEARS! HE IS A DEAD MAN WALKING! DO YOU HEAR ME, DEAD MAN? YOUR NEW NAME IS CORPSE! YOU WILL BE FUCKED AFTER YOU DIE AND THAT STRAPON WILL HAVE MY FACE ENGRAVED ON THE TIP! YOU PIG FUCKER!

Also, the first of a possible series in honor Searchoen the Lame, a great warrior kings who led the ghoul armies of the frozen lip of the northern polar entrance in their conquest of the angelic tribes. The old temporary index has now been moved to its own page with its deserving title of Worst Page Ever

Added two new and very subtle links on the main dan-is-gay index, both of whihc are definately dada mamachine material. (mythos)23 and (devilgrrl)69

Alkzndr Phtzhu - 11:56 AM

cocksucker fuckshit - 10:52 PM

 
Feeling the lack of the high thats bringing me down, i am the willing addict, fiend of the 30s movie set alley.

If you have the good drug send it my way and ill give you a shout on my page, asvertising your existence to millions of people around the globe and beyond who will know your name and face, if you send me your picture, and how I broke in to your house in the middle of the night and masterbated above yout sleeping form and now they will want to do the same and youll be thinking, what that on my face in the morning? Is there a leak in the ceiling? And then a thousanf naked preverts will burst forth from our closet all sweaty and gross and carve you up with their razor blades and straight razors and fuck your wounds in a great stinking orgy till you die. Then we fuck your corpse till we cum and consecrate your soul in the gaping maws of our dark masters, so send me a line we alwas like fanmail

YOU SLUT!!

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cocksucker fuckshit - 10:47 PM

 

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