Church IncidentI was looking around the Church. I was sitting far back enough so that the most of the mass was lost in the high, painted ceiling, among the cherubs and the gold leafing. The people around me were looking for God. There was one man reciting Hail Mary's, one after the other, not listening to the words he was saying. One woman was sitting there, weeping quietly. One or two were asleep.Church Incident
They would never find God. There was only one way to find God, I knew, and that was to be looking for him out of the corner of your eye…
"Aha!" I yelled, standing up, turn
(Sorry if I already said this in a reply.)
Your stuff's a little morbid, isn't it? That's cute.
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Well, if it isn't fat stinking billygoat Billyboy in poison. How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.
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St. Francis said,
“A man who uses his hands is a laborer. One who uses his hands and mind is a craftsman. He who uses his hands, and his mind, and his heart is an artist.”
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How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!
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tanya simpson
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gallery moderator, horror + macabre photography
welcome to the dark side
kick-start your horror art here . . .
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How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!
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Howard: ...That isn't really a game, is it? It's more like a series of events. A series of horrific events... culminating in a rape...
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