Tocky on 29/10/2010 at 04:34
Not that that wasn't hilarious but they never said what the misspelled slogan was. It's enough to make you want to put a penis on someones back.
And I think you are granted three wishes when you eat nazi cat. Unfortunately they all contain barbed wire in some fashion. Or perhaps not so unfortunately...
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http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/7548/lovebombbarbedwirebikin.jpgWait wait that's not scarey at all and this was supposed to be a Halloween thread. Dammit I'm helping derail my own thread.
demagogue on 29/10/2010 at 15:01
I tried to tell a ghost story and it very quickly fell apart into a quite unscary story not really about ghosts at all, and my best efforts to make it meaningful only made it worse. :erg:
(My one from last year was better.)
But apparently that wasn't a good enough reason not to hit submit. I thought, if I went to some effort to contribute to this nightmare thread, I may as well let it stand or it looks even sadder, writing an unscary, heart-warming ghost-story that's not about ghosts for nothing.
Tocky on 30/10/2010 at 04:00
You know what? I liked it anyway. But yeah, the one from last year was better. So what? NObody else has balls enough to tell one. That's right, I'm drunk and I'm tellin it like it is. Pussys. Can't admit there is shit that happens you can't quite place in a nice neat box. I missed the free college by one generation but sometimes I feel the Chickasaw in me. This land is in my blood. They hunted these hills. They left the arrowheads I picked up as a boy. These dark woods are my legacy.
I'm going to tell it agian for Samhain. I know now it was the brothers that live in the trailer a mile away. They saw the light from the fire and decided to have some fun. That's okay. I would have too. I'm a little evil and in a way it is just desserts.
I sweated all day filling dirt in around the culvert I could stand upright in to bridge the pieces of my land. Later the flood would wash it away but I didn't know then how strong the current would be. Shovel after shovel in that honest slick with sweat effort to fill in the dirt and cover with stone to make a bridge. You lose track of time. Everything is now. The next shovel is all you see. Evening creeps silent until you realize the shadows have deepened. Even then you want an end, a finish to be proud of. I made a crossing. It would take the weight of a truck.
I felt odd though. You feel it sometimes in the woods alone. A watched feeling. I hefted the pick and shovel and began the walk up the path through the trees. The whipoorwills were going nuts. You have never been through a thousand of them insane with intensity calling whip-or-will-whip-or-will so you don't understand how insane it sounds. I stopped atop the hill and when I turned to look back they all stopped at once. You don't understand. City boys, how could you know the chill I felt.
But we do things just to spit at fear sometimes. It was full dark and on the rough logging road was a brush pile that needed burning. I lit it. You can get lost in thought staring at a fire. It's just a waiting for burn down anyway. Unless something happens. A limb broke. Loudly. It was as if a live tree had a thick limb bent back until it snapped with a resounding POW!!! It got my attention. I made excuses. All I could think of I did in the few minutes until it happened again about ten feet to the right out of firelight but close. Imagine what you would think and you will know. I listened for any telltale steps or stumblings. I listened intently. Nothing.
It was very deliberate. I made excuses. It didn't matter. Every two to five minutes every ten feet or so came a POW of breaking branch. I followed it staring blindly into the dark where the next would be and it was eventualy. It went in a circle about thirty yards away in the dark. Just when I had convinced myself I was mad and imagined it it would happen again. Sometimes two and sometimes six minutes. It finally stopped just before coming back to the start and completing a full circle. I listened for a long time after anyway. The fire burned to coals and I raked a clear dirt path around them and pissed on the remnants.
I ran to the truck. I had wanted to keep my dignity but had exhausted it in the quiet moments between limb breakings. I had done duty in fulfilling my task. But those brothers must have laughed. I failed. I had fear. I was a coward. I still think about what a real man would have done. I could have caught those bastards if I wasn't a pussy.
Tocky on 3/11/2010 at 02:56
Tell her to watch "The Walking Dead" on AMC and remember whatever phrase is phrase of the week to log on and get her chance to shamble in an episode. I wouldn't mind dragging my guts on that show myself. Great neckwound. One contact or is that natural? Knew a girl like that once with green and blue. I've wanted to buy some white or smiley face ones but seems silly to spend that much on a lark.
Was Fester at the walk? That's for charity right? Love the look on your face. His too. Great pic.
BrokenArts on 3/11/2010 at 03:24
Yeah, I like that zombie guy, his looooong fingers. Right before that shot, he was chasing a girl, and I mean it when I say, they were hawling ass running, it was hilarious to watch her run by. She just ran off screaming like a banshee. As he turned towards me, I outstretched my arms, and he opened up his. It was such a moment. lol. Loved it.
I'll definitely check into AMC, that would be awesome to do that. I'd love to be able to participate myself. As for her eyes, those are indeed her eyes, all naturel. Only in certain light is the difference really apparent. That shot captures it perfectly.
The neck wound was bought, unfortunately. They keep coming out with better and better Halloween stuff. I added more black, and made it look worse, and more bloody. Such fun. :)
june gloom on 4/11/2010 at 20:22
vomiting
Kolya on 5/11/2010 at 00:02
You look younger than I thought. Must be the wig. :D
