posted by anaglyph at 10/08/2005 01:37:00 AM
Damn. I was hoping for the pron!
Anne Arkham you are so busted. Well stay tuned, I have plans for this site...
I've no doubt. Don't forget your other one.
Just a seckon! I aint even admittin t have clickd here.
I'm afraid your being here is the only documentary proof we need Mr Polanski. Please take a seat and someone will be with you presently. Feel free to help yourself to the spicy tortilla chips and jalapeno dip.
Matt Groening called for you again. He wanted me to ask you if you wanted him to meet you here.
All of you get to be part of a special club... it's a club for wickedly curious people... stay tuned.
Is it too late for people to join said club?
I haven't forgotten. Are you all comfortable? Is the spa hot enough? There's things cooking....
Is it impropr fer a fly caut in a web t admire th spidrs art an craft?DANG! Were ALL caut!
Hell's blog looks more welcoming than I'd have thought it would be.
Hey, Revrend ... ya no ya DO have anothr blog!
And even...Another blog...For the Early Adopters.
I was dismayd t see that a email adress is requird t leave coments on yer new blog, Revrend. I hopes ya can disabl that.Joey dont do email adress.Still, yer new blog is now linkd at th JPS.
Joey: Yes, there are inevitable teething issues. You may now post without fear of your Super Identity becoming known.Still, I am a little disappointed in your lack of deviousness; it doesn't say you need to give your own email adress, or even a real one...I may have to revoke your 'Hello From Hell' status.
Dangd moral streak, I no. An Im bettr at harpin than I am at pitchforkin, too.Sined,-- Joey ... or whoevr I amski.
You're not moving this one, too?
There's a Grand Plan.
Anne beat me to my question. Rats.
Yes, I clicked, and I will probably click again. It may become a compulsive habit. It's surprisingly peaceful, this Hell. I like it.
Yes, Hello From Hell is languising somewhat, I must admit. I'll look into that.
oo, oo, so excited...what's in hell!um, hello?
Ironically, my word verification is "colder".Just popping in to see if Hell is still around.
Still maintaining Hell. But time, y'know...
Spidr spin. Spidr sin.Look at all th trouble Im in!Contemplate. Ruminate.Say a prayr bfore Im ate.
Light the fires!Pop the corks!And grab a holdOf your pitchforks!Dance aroundThe wild flames!And celebrateOur Hellish games!
Naturals & flats & sharps,Are playd above on goldn harps.Down below, we rattle bones,And squeak & squawk on red trombones.
High above, th Lord of Hosts,Th Fathr, Son, & Holy Ghost;And I, cast downward in th end,Mus live ferevr wif my friends.
Once you're in, there's no way outEven though you scream and shout!Perhaps it seems you can just leaveBut we go with you where you weaveYour drunken way into the nightWhere ordinary mortals mightMistake their lives for 'living'. Fools!They're merely slaves to lesser rules...
Close your eyes, turn out that lightAnd everything will be alright.Slowly breathe out your last breathEmbrace the icy hand of death.I'll take you down and you will seeThe pits of Hell awaiting theeAnd though to this life you may clingYou can't escape the fate I bring.
As per th direcktionsOn fire-inspecktions,I'm here to find code-violations.And since this is Hell,I might just as wellAttempt some bribe-solicitations.
You're suff'rin' in torment, for lives filled with sin;But, other than that, HOW THE HECK Y'ALL BEEN?
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Damn. I was hoping for the pron!
Anne Arkham you are so busted. Well stay tuned, I have plans for this site...
I've no doubt. Don't forget your other one.
Just a seckon! I aint even admittin t have clickd here.
I'm afraid your being here is the only documentary proof we need Mr Polanski. Please take a seat and someone will be with you presently. Feel free to help yourself to the spicy tortilla chips and jalapeno dip.
Matt Groening called for you again. He wanted me to ask you if you wanted him to meet you here.
All of you get to be part of a special club... it's a club for wickedly curious people... stay tuned.
Is it too late for people to join said club?
I haven't forgotten. Are you all comfortable? Is the spa hot enough? There's things cooking....
Is it impropr fer a fly caut in a web t admire th spidrs art an craft?
DANG! Were ALL caut!
Hell's blog looks more welcoming than I'd have thought it would be.
Hey, Revrend ... ya no ya DO have anothr blog!
And even...
Another blog...
For the Early Adopters.
I was dismayd t see that a email adress is requird t leave coments on yer new blog, Revrend. I hopes ya can disabl that.
Joey dont do email adress.
Still, yer new blog is now linkd at th JPS.
Joey: Yes, there are inevitable teething issues. You may now post without fear of your Super Identity becoming known.
Still, I am a little disappointed in your lack of deviousness; it doesn't say you need to give your own email adress, or even a real one...
I may have to revoke your 'Hello From Hell' status.
Dangd moral streak, I no. An Im bettr at harpin than I am at pitchforkin, too.
Sined,
-- Joey ... or whoevr I amski.
You're not moving this one, too?
There's a Grand Plan.
Anne beat me to my question. Rats.
Yes, I clicked, and I will probably click again. It may become a compulsive habit. It's surprisingly peaceful, this Hell. I like it.
Yes, Hello From Hell is languising somewhat, I must admit. I'll look into that.
oo, oo, so excited...what's in hell!
um, hello?
Ironically, my word verification is "colder".
Just popping in to see if Hell is still around.
Still maintaining Hell. But time, y'know...
Spidr spin. Spidr sin.
Look at all th trouble Im in!
Contemplate. Ruminate.
Say a prayr bfore Im ate.
Light the fires!
Pop the corks!
And grab a hold
Of your pitchforks!
Dance around
The wild flames!
And celebrate
Our Hellish games!
Naturals & flats & sharps,
Are playd above on goldn harps.
Down below, we rattle bones,
And squeak & squawk on red trombones.
High above, th Lord of Hosts,
Th Fathr, Son, & Holy Ghost;
And I, cast downward in th end,
Mus live ferevr wif my friends.
Once you're in, there's no way out
Even though you scream and shout!
Perhaps it seems you can just leave
But we go with you where you weave
Your drunken way into the night
Where ordinary mortals might
Mistake their lives for 'living'. Fools!
They're merely slaves to lesser rules...
Close your eyes, turn out that light
And everything will be alright.
Slowly breathe out your last breath
Embrace the icy hand of death.
I'll take you down and you will see
The pits of Hell awaiting thee
And though to this life you may cling
You can't escape the fate I bring.
As per th direcktions
On fire-inspecktions,
I'm here to find code-violations.
And since this is Hell,
I might just as well
Attempt some bribe-solicitations.
You're suff'rin' in torment, for lives filled with sin;
But, other than that, HOW THE HECK Y'ALL BEEN?
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