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--+ Intestinal and Demonic Carcass of the Necrowizard +----+ grimmest of the grim +-- August 09 The New Layout of Torment and Grim DestructionAnd he stood atop the slope. To look down upon the northern land around him. And he was confused by a sudden change in surroundings. Looking around, some things were the same, and some had changed. What dark magic could have caused this? And why did it ask to log in under a new Windows Live ID??? Ok ok, not so grim. But the one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+-- is not pleased in the slightest. The new layout of this once morbid and grim MSN Space, changed without consent, and made all the more happy and non-grim, makes this Necrowizard particularly, grimly, annoyed at the staff of MSN. In response, a war shall be fought. And there will be no survivors. Travesties such as the changing of fonts and colours cannot go unpunished. The one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+-- has now taken up arms. Into battle, he rides. And until death, he fights.
In victory or in death
The one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+-- July 14 All Hail the New PantsAnd then He went from Bethlahem, and into Gallilee, and he lodged there. Next day, He stopped at a tailor. The tailor's name was Matthew, and he was blind. Then He said, "Sell me some pants, and your faith will save you." For a very low price, the tailor sold Him some pants. "These pants are beffitting of the King of the Jews." And he left the town, wearing His new garbs. The blind man stayed blind, because his messiah was an asshole. That was 1982 years ago. Through time, and war, and plague and sin, the pants survived. They trekked accross the world, with many legendary owners. King Arthur wore the pants beneath his armour. The great warlords of China waged war over ownership of the pants. The Native Americans worshipped the pants. And now, they arrived at their latest destination. --+AUSTRALIA+--. The one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+-- now owns these pants. He knows they have been worn by the Gods themselves, as the quality and comfort of the new pants are transcendant. Pants of this quality could only have been forged by Gods, and worn by the legends of the past. And now they hang from a new master. Thy master. All hail the new pants. Grimly Grim, The one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+-- July 10 Flamingly grim pantsWhen I was 17 I had some very good pants I had some very good pants I purchased, with my mums money My name was Steven Wiggy I stayed up listening to Queen(s of the Stone Age) When I was 17
Ah, the memories. Though morbid they may be. The well-loved trousers were once a commonly worn garment for the one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+--. The cargo pockets carried many possessions, the zips at knee height allowed transformation into summer garmentry, the brown colour tended to go with most of the fashions of the day. These pants were loyal, trustworthy, and did the job they were made for. All was well, until...
The flames that kept the mighty gathering enwarmened would soon become thy nemesis. Twas the night of Saturday, and a cockfest of around 14 were enjoying the warmth and ale. Playing some grim campfire music, and minding mine business, antics of anonymous insubordinates caused flames to jump from the contained and controlled campfire, to set ablaze mine pants. All at once, the one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+-- leapt from his seat, discarded the guitar, ran around like a little bitch, and kicked away at the flames that licked my legs. Within seconds, the polyester had melted, but the danger was averted. No skin damage had befallen thine. But the pants were not so lucky. Smoldering black chunks of plastic were dotted over the trousers, and there were are number of places where it had burnt through. It was not looking good for my friend. The night had to go on, the pants being the only pair I had.
Morning. Its shrill gaze heralded hangovered parties to rise and face dry throats and poor hygiene. Soon after, the one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+-- traversed homeward. His trousers were casualties of the night before. After some last rites, and checking the pockets thricefold, the pants were finally put in their final resting place. The bin.
Those were some very good pants. I may just have to write a song about said pants.
Grimmly mourning the loss of a long term friend The one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+--. June 20 The grimmness of the weekend of tormentMiscommunication, it would seem, began this weekend of hellish confusion and surprise. Hellishly.
One only known as --+AIDEN+-- who, the week earlier, had mentioned coming up to the Mt Barker area for a few drinks with friends failed to mention his friends numbering a couple hundred, maybe a thousand. He had in fact grimly invited us to the public annual Sterling party, morbidly huge in its behemothicity. One necroptic lot of a football oval and club grounds held said festival of destruction, and boasted a bonfire fire worthy of the home of the Dark Lord. The flames rose high into the night, and spread over a great and epic amount of the land. The bonfire was about the size of... i don't know, something really big, and charred through a small African rainforest to continue its decay and hellish heat through the night.
Even when that seemed huge enough, the hour of 9 was upon us, and those that ran this hellish and morbid gathering leapt at the controls of and fuses of what would come. The football lights turned their eye, and a shrill darkness overcame the horde of individuals. Then, into the night came a deafening roar and like the will of Zeus, the night was filled with vibrance of light and colour. A full 10 minutes passed, and finally the disturbance passed, the fireworks left their brand of smoke in the night sky.
The night went on, and the coldness of the surroundings was noticed by all, and it dropped still. Convinced it was now below freezing, the horde gathered around the flames. Slowly but surely, the younguns and the parentile dissipated, and soon there were none but those game enough to bear the cold and willing to stick with those their own age.
Hence, the one only known as --+AARON+--, soused on bourbon and coke found one --+CLAIRE+--'s gaze, and they were soon merged in a hellish and northern liplock. Thus, when they left together, we thought the best for --+AARON+--. Alas, when they returned seperately and earlier than suspected, it was blamed upon the chill for --+AARON'S+-- problem that occured southward. May I now laugh hellishly, bwahahaha.
However, can one laugh, when a similar hilarity became of him simultaneously? The one only known as --+SOPHIE+--, friend of Claire, was passed to me, who clung to my arm for the entire night, and had be endrunkened by various alkohols, one which was stolen from one of the girl's parents, likely to be morbid port. Woe to me when --+AIDEN+-- ensured that our phone numbers were swapped. And, with the girls in no state to walk to their nearby homes, it was on us to walk them to their door slowly .
So when we at last arrived at --+AARON'S+-- sanctuary, to watch the grim and morbid --+BLACK BOOKS+--, I received a message from --+SOPHIE+-- who apparantly couldn't even type properly, her soul corrupted by the evils of alkohol. These sorts of messages would follow on the days to pass.
So the joke, it appears, is on the one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+--, for being given the dud of the night, and having my number given to an unknown drunk girl.
That night was indeed cold, the hills and roads covered with thick fog, and the sleep was minimal and grim. Alas, it was a night of hellish happenings and morbid moronicies.
Grimly Grim,
The one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+--
(Photos will come, the one only known as --+VINNIE+-- has already committed me to this task.) June 14 Cold as the northern slopesIts cold.
Grimly cold.
Cold as a frozen Jesus.
Cold as a Nordic ice citadel.
Cold as a necroptic, chilly, apostrophie'd, northern slope of the highest peak of the most Scandinavian country in Scandinavia.
Its cold.
Grimly, I'm working at a Split Enz concert tonight. Selling icecream. In the cold. Madness.
... brrr
Both my lightbulbs are inverted and broken. Too hellishly lazy to change them.
.... shudder
So chilly and Northern down here in this Southern land.
... chatter
There were four days to enjoy by this necrowizard in the last weekend. A near-perpetual and mighty length of time, enjoyed by the one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+--
The large man's social was necroverted and hazy as flames erupted and liquids were consumed. Facts were uncovered and lawns were morbidly charred and encratered. Ales were consumed and thunderous firey deaths were approached, but the musiks were absent and the cheese was nowhere to be found. Alas, an entertaining outing.
Jason's box social was bloodlustingly entertaining. On the 12-6-06, I wore underpants, Vinnie was in his pants, I held an orb of black acryllic in my hands and none survived, people camped or didnt camp, and various other MSN quotes. Hellishly, about 15 Northern comrades took up arms and bludgeoned each other in a display of rage and intestinal deathcries shook the walls, as human and beast alike fell in pools of blood and gore cannibalcorpsely.
Chillilly chilly,
The one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+-- June 09 The grimmest day of the year? (Grim.)Lo, and when thine clock necropticly struck the hour of 12, on the day known to all as the DAY OF THE BEAST, the one known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+-- played unto the night, the hellish sounds of --+RAINING BLOOD+-- by --+SLAYER+--.
*THUNDER*
DUNDUNDUN
DUNDUNDUN
DUNDUNDUN
DUNDUNDUN
DUNDUNDUN
DUNDUNDUN
*THUNDER*
DUNDUNDUN
DUNDUNDUN
*THUNDERrrrrrrrrr!!!*
DUNDUNDUN dananana nanana nanana
DUNDUNDUN dananana nanana nanana
DUNDUNDUN dananana nanana nanana
DUNDUNDUN dananana nanana nanana
DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN
DUN DUN DUN DUN dananananana
DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN
DUN DUN DUN DUN dananananana
DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN
DUN DUN DUN DUN dananananana
DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN
DUN DUN DUN DUN dananananana
DUN-DUN-DUN-DUN-DUN-DUN-DUN-SPLASH!
dunununununununa DUN
dunununununununa NUNANA
dunununununununa DUN
dunununununununa NUNANA dunununununununa DUN
dunununununununa NUNANA Trapped in purgatory! NUNUNA NANA
A lifeless object, alive NUNUNA NANA Awaiting reprisal NUNUNA NANA Death will be their acquisition NUNUNA NANA The sky is turning red NUNUNA NANA
Return to power draws near NUNUNA NANA Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears NUNUNA NANA Abolish the rules made of stone NUNUNA NANA dundundun DANANA dundundun NANANA
dundundundundundun DUNDUN
dundundun DANANA dundundun NANANA
dundundundundundun DUNDUN
Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
dundundundundundun DUNDUN
Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above dundundundundundun DUNDUN
DUNDUNDUN dananana nanana nanana
DUNDUNDUN dananana nanana nanana Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away DUN-DUN DUN-DUN DUN-DUN DUN-DUN
DUN-DUN DUN-DUN DUN-DUN DUN-DUN
(SPLASH) DUN-DUN DUN-DUN DUN-DUN DUN-DUN
DUN-DUN DUN-DUN DUN-DUN DUN-DUN
duna NUNA duna NUNA duna NUNA duna NUNA
duna NUNA duna NUNA duna NUNA duna NUNA
duna NUNA duna NUNA duna NUNA duna NUNA
RAINING BLOOOOOOODDD!!!
From a lacerated sky! Bleeding its horror! Creating my structure! Now I shall reign in blood! dunununununununununununununununununununun
SQUEEDLY SQUEEDLY SQUEEDLY SQUEEDLY
MEEDLY MEEDLY MEEDLY MEEDLY
SQUEEDLY SQUEEDLY SQUEEDLY SQUEEDLY
MEEDLY MEEDLY MEEDLY MEEDLY
*THUNDER!!*
...
Best song ever. Grimly.
After said song, the world ended. The Dark Lord had done his work. On the 6-6-06, he rose above all, and necropticly, all perished. What, they didn't? Damn.
What followed that morn, was a series of grim, hellish and inverted acts of terror, such as --+SCHOOL+--, --+WORK+-- and --+PARENT TEACHER INTERVIEWS+--. Such a day that comes once ever century was wasted by the grieviences of scheduled boredom. I didn't kill any sheep that day, nor did I see any flaming meteorite come from the heavens to judge us all. The day was a grim dissapointment.
The world survived the Day of the Beast. Did you?
Grimly Grim,
the one known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+-- June 05 My bloodlusting and necroptic bebo page.The one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+-- has aquired the hellish and apostrophe'd new url through none other bebo. Necropticly visit thus: http://youreowned.bebo.com Thine will use said pages to draw on the whiteboard invertedly, kreate Northern necroquizzes and to Scandinavianly make polls and various other grim necropsi. Grimly Grim, The one only known as --+Voxrfszzzisf+-- |
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