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originally posted by: AthlonSavage
a reply to: Pinocchio

I Have Seen Scores Of Them. Now I Watch The Blood Of My Kin. It's Delightful.

How many have you plunged the dagger in? Give me a number.
Is it a black mass?
Do you eat the flesh and drink the blood?

I Have No Dagger To Plunge In Anyone.
I Have Only These Hands, I Will Die A Pauper.

And The Number Of Deaths Is Irrelevant, As The Count Continues Without End. And No! it Is Not A Black Mass In Which I Linger When I Watch. It Is In My Foresight. And Til This Very Day There No Altars Or Temples.

And Lastly ... I Eat Bread And Drink Wine. Occasionally.

The Only Thing I Wait For Is The Coming Of The Meal To Savor. And That Is S.T.E.W. And W.E.T.S.!

Like The Dog... I Am Patient, And Also Impatient.
Master's Don't Feed The Dog. Ever!

So... Mind Them Instead For Their Banquet Is A Glorious One. A Hundredfold Greater Than A Witch's Stew.

a reply to: Pinocchio

I see so you let others do the dirty work and sit on the side lines waiting to be thrown scraps from the pot of fleshy stew concocted by the flesh of the sacrifice. Then have a sip of wine and bread to make the stew seem a fit meal for a pauper.

Sadly... My Days As Dog Is Without Much Comfort.
I Toil At My Master's Banquet, Guarding, Always, The Door From Malifecents.

In The Lodge I Am But A Tiler. Toiler If You Will.
However... No Dagger Or Sword.
Just My Hands.

I Am Without The Harboring Of Ill Will.

But Nothing Says Fine S.T.E.W. Like A Mangy Mutt.

And As For The Masters... They Too Wait For The Coming. So... In The Mean Time... Go And Be Filled.

a reply to: Pinocchio

So you eat the organs parts from sacrifices bodies when thrown to you by your master? (ie like master throws the dog scraps and organ parts make up the stew the masters eat)

a reply to: AthlonSavage

I Eat Scraps From The Banquet. Mostly Crumbs.
But They Are What They Are. Be It Flesh And Blood Or Fruits Of Their Labors...

I Have Earned Mine... How About You.

I Have Seen The Master's Table... Therein I Found The Seat Of Honor. I Knew Then As I Know Now That That Seat Is Not For Me. Maybe You Can Sit There....

S.T.E.W. Is Made Up Of The 4 Ingredients Of The...

Care To A Poke At It...?????

originally posted by: AthlonSavage
a reply to: Pinocchio

So you eat the organs parts from sacrifices bodies when thrown to you by your master? (ie like master throws the dog scraps and organ parts make up the stew the masters eat)

You're Starting To Come Off As A Paranoid Schizo...
Tone It Down A Bit ...

a reply to: Pinocchio

I kinda knew your diet extends to cannibalism. How you became such that be a story in itself.

STEW. Spleen, Testicles, Endocrine glands, womb


paranoid schizo, tone it down, come on hunney this is a conspiracy site people expect us to be crazy here.

originally posted by: AthlonSavage
a reply to: Pinocchio

I kinda knew your diet extends to cannibalism. How you became such that be a story in itself.

STEW. Spleen, Testicles, Endocrine glands, womb

S.T.E.W.

Spell(s) & Truth(s) & Empress(es) & Witch(es)...

You Can Tell How Yummy It By The Sound Of Their Immutable Silence...

W.E.T.S.

Wisdom & Emotion & Trust & Sacrilege

W.E.T.S. & S.T.E.W. Is My Diet... But What I'm Truly Going To Enjoy Is My Day At The Master's Table, Where I Am Seated At The Side Of My King.

a reply to: Pinocchio

Your chasing immortality aren't you. I mean this is what its all about isn't it to stay young and vibrant forever.

a reply to: AthlonSavage

If You Knew Better ... S.T.E.W. & W.E.T.S. Is Not Immortality...

Immortality Comes From The Chanting Of Slience...
Everywhere You Go... There You Will Find Absolute Silence. Some Call It Immortality.. On The Other Side Of The Grass It Is Called Something Else.

a reply to: Pinocchio

I know a few things about silence, It allows for connecting to things, feeling, seeing and communicating. Through it I even learn how to perform spells.

a reply to: AthlonSavage

Through That Same Silence I Learned To Speak As They Do In The Halls Of The Kings Of Old.

But... Spells Are More Than Words.

What Will Really Get You Is The Sound Of Slience.

More Magical And Tougher Than A Spell.

Do You Want The Recipe For S.T.E.W. And W.E.T.S.... ????

a reply to: Pinocchio

True silence breaks the walls of perception down. I spoke to a tree last week my hands on it and became a conduit for someone else breathing to save them. Then I found the seeds that fallen from my beloved felled trees and planted them to cure her madness. Now shes ok again.

a reply to: Pinocchio

Do You Want The Recipe For S.T.E.W. And W.E.T.S.... ????

you can give it. I will look at it and see what I can do with it.

a reply to: AthlonSavage

Good Job, Laddy...
Good Job.

But You're Late...

a reply to: Pinocchio

Later or early its all relative to perspective. I have always been late but always find a way to sneak through the gate. That is my special skill.

originally posted by: AthlonSavage
a reply to: Pinocchio

Do You Want The Recipe For S.T.E.W. And W.E.T.S.... ????

you can give it. I will look at it and see what I can do with it.

STEW Is Found Deep In The Forest Of The Mind.
Release Yourself From The Oaks Grip. Breath In The Freedom Of Laughter. Then She Will Scream. And That Is STEW.

WETS Is Found Deep In The Forest Of The Wild. Round About You... There It Lies... Spill Your Charm On It And it Will Grow And Rise Just To Bow Low To You.

ETA: There Will The Dog Be... Waiting For A Crumb That Fills Him For Life. He May Thank As Well...

originally posted by: AthlonSavage
a reply to: Pinocchio

Later or early its all relative to perspective. I have always been late but always find a way to sneak through the gate. That is my special skill.

Our Disagreements Aside... You Are The Charm Of The Galaxies. I Hope They're Listening.

a reply to: Pinocchio

I know power spots are. That's another skill. A seed cannot be just planted anywhere. I know where.
I know also but loss and pain.
I know also what true morality is, its seeing a man for what he really is the best of him and worst and then stepping over that. Once over that you see his sadness and happiness and know there is absolutely nothing that can be done to change that.
So whats left is the emptiness out there.
The most realest thing is whats inside and that's the heart.
The mother connects to the heart.
If choosing out there then you may as well go for immortality.
Ones total awareness fusing with the external awareness.


Yes we seem to disagree on somethings and find I am compelled to like you above a natural born woman.