142 Comments Posted by Lyric

Poe, Lovecraft, Shelley.. and others were all great with their dark imagery.
Some of the comments are scary, but some are scary witha tongue-in-cheek, sarcasm, that makes it all more real.

Ahh yes.. but what most of them don't realize is that the combination of alcohol with any energy drink makes for a deadly cocktail. Because of elevated blood pressure and other things that the energy drinks do to the body.

Very nice Lynne-
Like I said before Lynne and Serrena both work at Puff the Magic Dragon Buildings.
Puff = Psychiatric Health Facility.

Read the Disclaimer by Mister Motts.
Actual locations are not posted for a reason.

Nope, they're gears. Looks like oil and grease to me.
But then it's a black and white picture.........

Could you repeat that please. In "grown up" english"?

Not blood.... mold and water damage. Combined with a healthy dose of rust run off.

Let Conversation Cease.
(so that we may listen)
Let Laughter Flee.
(so that we may take this seriously)
This is the Place Where Death Delights To Help
the Living.
(Let the dead speak so that we may learn from them in order to help the living)

Perhaps that line of thought helps to remove some of the morbidity from the quote and the location of the quote.
The dead speak of their diseases to the living, and the wrongly dead scream out the cause of death.
Ask any Medical Examiner worth their salt, about the things that they have heard the dead speak of.

This was a train station. The rooms above the cental terminal, were usually, offices for the Train Services, and occasionally regular business offices. Very rarely did you ever find that the spaces on the upper floors as hotel rooms.
It wasn't impossible, but mostly uncommon.

" The smell of the boy's Locker Room turns me on"


Arrrrouuuuuu Rrr Rrrr Arrrouuuuuu

I'm here.. eating boiled Interstellar Squirrels for dinner.. But I am here

Okay... but I want my flash light and my rubbah duck...
His name is Jack.... he's an attack duck... *firm nod*

Nasty little hobbitses.. It's my preshsuss..... My preshsuss.....
We'll make them get off.... nasty Hobbitses.. we'll make them get off this ride....

A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds
Will get sand in his face
When kicked to the ground
And soon in the gym
With a determined chin
The sweat from his pores
As he works for his cause
Will make him glisten
And gleam, and with massage
And just a little bit of steam
He'll be pink and quite clean
He'll be a strong man
Oh, honey!

Eat at Motts!