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The Only One 5Meanwhile, outside the fortress, the time had come for the changing of the guards. The replacement, a rather large crocodile, opened the door and looked around for the German shepherd that had been out there before him. Nothing.

“Hello?” he said to no one in particular. Looking around again, he noticed a bush off to the side that looked like it had been disturbed. He made his way over and moved through the bush to see if he could find the previous guard.

And indeed he did. There was the German shepherd, passed out on the ground, pants around his ankles, covered in…

“Oh God, man,” the crocodile said, averting his ey

Mystery of the Sholve 1The entire family surrounded the hospital bed as the old woman’s life slowly began to fade.
A young girl tugged at her father’s sleeve. “But daddy, what if something bad happens?”
The father leaned down to comfort his daughter. “Don’t you worry sweetie. Grandma’s lived a good life, nothing bad will happen.”
“But daddy, teacher said that sholves are random and that they have nothing to do with…”
The father gripped the girl by her shoulders. “Now you listen. Those hot-shot ‘intellectual’ types are putting lies in your head. I have no doubt in my mind that Grandma’s s

The Only One 1He stopped. Sniffed the air. Motioned forward.

The three-man squad was deep within enemy territory. A single wrong move could mean the end for any one of them or alert the enemy, who would be sure to provide them with a fate far worse than death.

The leader of the group, a massive lion, held up his hand, signaling his fellow teammates to halt. He put his hand to his ear and spoke to the guide on the other end.

"We've reached a three-way intersection. The hall on the left has smooth walls and ceiling, while the one on the right seems to be undergoing renovation of some sort and is half-finished."

"Alright, the easiest way to make it to the

The Ultimate Conformityshut me up in this prison cell
swallow down the key
these pills you give won't keep me silent
won't cure this insanity

            white walls & white gowns
            needles. electro-therapy.
      straight jacket in a cushioned room
            please don't do this to me

these lies won't get you nowhere
i'm onto you   f u c k i n g   brutes
you can't handle i'm not like everyone else
all dres

INTERVIEW TAPE 427INTERVIEW TAPE 427, SIDE A – SUBJECT “CHRIAS”

I: “So Chrias, may I call you Chrias?”

C: “You might as well, it’s not like I have a last name or anything.”

I: “Yes, I’m familiar with that particular aspect of morph culture, I was just…”

C: “Can we move this along? I haven’t got all day.”

I: “Certainly. Now, looking at your file, it seems as though you have quite a history in terms of morph landmarks.”

C: “‘Quite a history’ is a bit of an understatement.”

I: “Indeed. It says here you were somewhat notorious amongst humans as well

Ian's storyYou sound weird
The mic makes you sound more mature
Which is strange because you never sound mature
I don't mean that in a bad way
It's just your voice
Sometimes it's like you sound like a li'l girl

Don't worry
Puberty will kick in and you'll sound like me
And your voice will crack when you talk to girls
And everyone will point and laugh

Well, would you rather be a burly man or a little boy who sounds like a girl-boy-man-lady?
Yeah, that's right.
It's everything you hate combined
It's like the guy who comes into your dream to stomp on your candy
With a curly mustache
And a top hat
Who laughs

.__.
And the

Identity CrisisWho am I in this messed up world?
As against the wall, I have been hurled,
Crushed into a million pieces,
Even throughout different species.
Disorganized, confused, ashamed and alone,
All of these stages have been shown,
Causing such an identity crisis,
And confusion, to me, it longs for kisses.

Everyone else seems to have found who they are,
While I've given up on my one lucky star.
I wander around in a state of confusion,
And find that I've been lost in an illusion.
Causing this, my identity crisis,
And confusion, in me, it's longing, it kisses.

I lay out my life, and everything around,
As I walk through the crowd; s

TD Origins: SANE-INTOLERANT‘Twas a busy night at the tavern. Everyone was riled up thanks to some very recent drama which provided rollicking amusement for all. Overall, a pretty standard night.
Then the door opened.
Standing in the doorway was one of the regular tavern patrons. A five-foot-seven anthropomorphic Great White shark named Gage, better known by the other taverngoers as Sane Intolerant. He was wearing what looked like a futuristic army getup and had what seemed to be a Covenant carbine on his back and the hilt of an energy sword on his thigh.
“Yo, Sane!” called one of the many people sitting at the bar. He wore a fancy tux and a top hat wi

The End

Rasec Sat up in bed and screamed "OH, SHIT! I FORGOT TO PICK UP MILK!

And this is how the universe ended. Due to an unfortunate, incompetent and trivial mistake.
For you see this was no ordinary milk and Rasec was no ordinary human.
He had been entrusted with humanities survival and he fucking blew it!

When people predicted the end of the world it was always action packed and interesting. But in reality in turned out, well to be quite boring. It was all due to one man's procrastination and forgetfulness.

The milk was not ordinary in a number of ways. It was poorly packaged and slightly oddly shaped. It was clearly designed by some one wh

Lullabye

Shut your eyes and rest your brainmeats
Tomorrow is another revolution
Those ocular orbs of yours must be so weary
So sleep, my dear, let sleep commence.

The dustmites in your bed shall feast upon your dead skin
That you drop while you sleep
Their chubby bel-lies shall expand and engorge
And they'll be your friends
Forever more
And they'll be your friends
Forever more

Let your bed place hold you tight
Wrap your covers 'round your neck so well

Good Morning, LordGood morning, Lord, I'm ready for today,
I'm willing and listening for what you have to say.
Today's the day you've surely made,
And I thank you for the price your son has paid.

Good morning, Lord, my eyes are open,
Today is not a day for moping.
I give today over to You,
The green, green grass and the sky of blue.
I see everything, made by Your hand,
The birds in the air, the creatures of the land,
Today I notice the beauty of it all,
The low valley beds, the trees that are tall.

Good morning, Lord, my mind is clear,
Gone is the fog, ever so sheer,
I'm taking in knowledge You have given to me,
Sending up praises to the God-hea

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The Dagon Dance

by ~Jesus-lizard, Oct 10, 2012, 9:35:21 AM
Literature / Poetry / Humor / Songs & Lyrics

I was lurking on the threshold late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For Father Dagon from his sea began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise

He did the dance
He did the Dagon dance
The Dagon dance
It had a non-Euclidean stance
He did the dance
It caught on by chance
He did the dance
He did the Dagon dance

From Miskatonic University to Kingsport east
To the depths of R'lyeh where Cthulhu sleeps
The cultists all came from their humble homes
To read my Necronomicon tome

They did the dance
They did the Dagon dance
The Dagon dance
It had a non-Euclidean stance
They did the dance
It caught on by chance
They did the dance
They did the Dagon dance

The Deep Ones were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Azathoth
Shub-Niggurath and her young

The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Ithaqua on winds, backed by his Tindalos hounds
The hideous pipers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Elder Thing Five"

They played the dance
They played the Dagon dance
The Dagon dance
It had a non-Euclidean stance
They played the dance
It caught on by chance
They played the dance
They played the Dagon dance

Out from his tomb, Cthul's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his tentacle flock
And said, "Whatever happened to my R'lyeh Rock?"

It's now the dance
It's now the Dagon dance
The Dagon dance
And it had a non-Euclidean stance
It's now the dance
It's caught on by chance
It's now the dance
It's now the Dagon dance

Now everything's cool, Cthul's a part of the band
And my Dagon dance is the hit of the land
For you, the mortal, this dance was meant too
When you get to my gate, tell them Yog-Sothoth sent you

Then you can dance
Then you can Dagon dance
The Dagon dance
And do my non-Euclidean stance
Then you can dance
You'll catch on by chance
Then you can dance
Then you can Dagon dance

The Dagon Danceby ~Jesus-lizard

Literature / Poetry / Humor / Songs & Lyrics

So a good friend of mine from back in the day and I wrote this around the holidays in our first year of Highschool.
Every Halloween and Christmas it pops into my head, and when I read it again it still gives me the giggles.

Sure wish somebody would turn it into a real solstice charol!

extreme credit to [link] for most of the everything. Man is brilliant!

~dark-precipice Nov 25, 2012 Hobbyist

All I need is a tune to go by, and I'll be crowing this all week!

Which melody did you use to base this on?

~Jesus-lizard Nov 26, 2012

OH MY GOD you're actually making this thing a reality!?
Awesome! Thanks so much!
I actually don't know anything about music, so I can't really suggest a tune, and I don't know what the melody was...
... so go with what feels best...? <

I figure the original monster mash's stuff would work..

~dark-precipice Nov 26, 2012 Hobbyist

The lyrics are fun, all they need is a nice melody.

~Neco-Cadaver Oct 12, 2012

What do you mean "most of the everything"?! That's entirely my work except for the fact that you changed one letter of one word to make it a different word!

~Jesus-lizard Oct 12, 2012

I came up with the tindalos hounds and the elder thing five, if I remember.
And I think I was the one who said we should change 'spawn' to 'young' in the case of Shub for rhyming sake.