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George_Bush
12-26-2006, 01:04 PM
They are using nigris.

What can be done about this?

Shadow
12-26-2006, 01:10 PM
To prick the shadow we ingress into the ingriss of the open mind.

In pieces

Bluebarien

Shadow
12-26-2006, 01:12 PM
What is nigris we not know but if a computer can huminate a commodore to the boat then it will be of illumination.

BTW, what is "nigris"

Thanks in pieces

Bluebarien

George_Bush
12-26-2006, 01:14 PM
Shadow wrote:
To prick the shadow we ingress into the ingriss of the open mind.

In pieces

Bluebarien

They sacrificed ignt like this.

The sent his soul into the dark abyss.

Don't laugh at me because of my lisp.

By gum! good man! they must be dealt with!

George_Bush
12-26-2006, 01:18 PM
Shadow wrote:
What is nigris we not know but if a computer can huminate a commodore to the boat then it will be of illumination.

BTW, what is "nigris"

Thanks in pieces

Bluebarien

We saw ought somewhat of nigris
Yet, thou Shadow, it is of dread dangerous
The two hags are trying to use it on you
Barbarien the stork winged twin--and so is Blue!

Shadow
12-26-2006, 01:23 PM
Nigris was of the plains of Babylon, in those far off days of glory and pain.

It was not of dread those nights of old but of pariahs on the pariah poles, was it not.

Be those hags were not of stork wings but more of stark ravens on the drink, were they not, in thos far off plains for Babylon, in thosed days of glory and pain.

It was there that you got the lisp and Barbarien became a witch.

Those halcyon days of Babylon.

In pieces

George_Bush
12-26-2006, 01:32 PM
Shadow wrote:
Nigris was of the plains of Babylon, in those far off days of glory and pain.

It was not of dread those nights of old but of pariahs on the pariah poles, was it not.

Be those hags were not of stork wings but more of stark ravens on the drink, were they not, in thos far off plains for Babylon, in thosed days of glory and pain.

It was there that you got the lisp and Barbarien became a witch.

Those halcyon days of Babylon.

In pieces

In their own base place
In the land
In the plain
Of Shinar

Ignt must be aveng-ed!
His blood be on the head of
Barbarien, & BlueAngel
For they have sacrificed
Ignt's blood on the alter
That they
They being evil and wicked
May


.....

hold power but little longer.

Shadow
12-26-2006, 01:34 PM
It was on the plain in the land of the ancients that on a sunny crisp day that Barbarien farted.

And the moon moved over the sun and darkeness decented over the land and ignt lit Barbariens fart and there was light over the land.

And it was good.

George_Bush
12-26-2006, 01:38 PM
Shadow wrote:
It was on the plain in the land of the ancients that on a sunny crisp day that Barbarien farted.

And the moon moved over the sun and darkeness decented over the land and ignt lit Barbariens fart and there was light over the land.

And it was good.

Well...

I guess my work here is done.

10-4, good buddy.

Over and out.

Barbarien
12-26-2006, 05:44 PM
No, George of Louis your work is not done, just your soul. For the smell of shadows light entraps you with the odor of Markur. Lo, do you leave your dear Alistair with his cum soaked salve upon your tongue and move to others unbeknown? We have a use for you still. Your feet of fire will blacken no world but this. Now bring your heart around this stone and feel it bind to you. The skin of throat and of the eye become not new and in their rebirth are so much less. As Shadows pride grows short and whitens for the coming bride so does your trust in whom you breed beckon loss. A thing you carry from one to one and bring again upon your head. A thing that clings and will not go, it asks you for one more. You can not deny this age old thing for it is you and will not go. We send it back as you have sent it, back to its originator go, back with dark wings it flies and seeks its roost in you again. To think you have the answer it pecks within your head, yet age will bring great doubt of this and sorrow for losses yet to come will wrap you bout with gray lost things.

Shadow
12-26-2006, 08:29 PM
Go, Luis of the Gorge youve done your work in the light not done, just your sole. Four the smell of the barbaric flatulence entraped with the odor of my Mercury Topaz. Lo, do you leave your dear Alistair with his sum coaked calves upon your tongue and move to others unbeknown? We have a use for you still. Your feet of fire will blacken no world but this. Now bring your heart around this stone and feel it bind to you. The skin of throat and of the eye become not new and in their rebirth are so much less. As Sainsburys price grows short and whitens for the coming pride so does your thrust in whom you are thursing to breed bacon less. A thing you parry from one to one and bring again upon your head. A thing that clings and will not go, it asks you for one more. You can not deny this age old thing for it is you and will not go. We send it back as you have sent it, back to its originator go, back with dark wings it flies and seeks its roost in you again. To think you have the answer it pecks within your head, yet age will bring great doubt of this and sorrow for losses yet to come will wrap you bout with gray lost things.

The lint withers in the tounge

12-26-2006, 09:01 PM
Man you are a fool.

Shadow
12-27-2006, 11:14 AM
fool you are no man