MEMBER SINCE: July 2007
occupation: Graphic Artist
sign: Leo
fantasy: Just someone who is into me as much as I am into them
into: Movies, Theater, Classical Music, Comic Books, Sex, Wine, Gothic books, architecture and photography , Silent Films, Marx Bros, Harold Lloyd, Bondage Gals, submissive gals, sensual gals. Betty Page. Mary Ann over Ginger.
gets me hot: Woman into having fun. In to the exotic skins: black, latino and my kryptonite asians. Girls who wear dresses with lace, hair tied into a bun.
BLOGS
It was a hot summer day where the air was filled with a yellow haze of oppressive heat. No clouds offered their luscious shapes to block the suns searing, scorching rays. Flies were a buzzing around old mans Claymors gas station. It was a rural , mostly for the locals who normally dropped by before or after their days work. He sat in front of the garage, slouched in a rocking chair with his fisherman hat pulled over his eyes.
In the distance, where the heat forces a mirage of silvery liquid on a bone dry pavement- three figures shimmered as if they were taking form. Once they solidified it became clear that these were not normal mortals. Their long dark robes flowed behind them as they walked. Their appendages were tentacles, or masses glistening gelatin with multiple eyes or orifices where none should logically be. They slowly approached Old Man Claymor. If he noticed them, it did not disturb the obvious relaxed state he had set himself in.
They seeped up to him, One on each side of him, and the third stood in front of him. He was surrounded. The one in front, the one whom by body language and demeanor marked as the leader. His head was that of an squid with piercing red glowing eyes. And when he spoke, the tentacles that lined his mouth waved slowly like drugged viperss, his voice was a cold and deep tenor that was tinged with the dark Depth of the seas.
"We are the Elder Gods- We are here to destroy Humanity" It gravely intoned.
"S'alright", the old man said, not moving an inch or moving.
"Do you not understand what you face mortal?" The one with the multiple eyes and mouths bubbling on pudding screeched, "This is oblivion, the day of deep despair!"
"Warm enough for that sort of thing, I suppose" chuckled the old man.
"We are the Elder Gods...we have no concept of good or evil. We are just forces of the universe that will crush the spirit of man, showing him the bleakness,...
In the distance, where the heat forces a mirage of silvery liquid on a bone dry pavement- three figures shimmered as if they were taking form. Once they solidified it became clear that these were not normal mortals. Their long dark robes flowed behind them as they walked. Their appendages were tentacles, or masses glistening gelatin with multiple eyes or orifices where none should logically be. They slowly approached Old Man Claymor. If he noticed them, it did not disturb the obvious relaxed state he had set himself in.
They seeped up to him, One on each side of him, and the third stood in front of him. He was surrounded. The one in front, the one whom by body language and demeanor marked as the leader. His head was that of an squid with piercing red glowing eyes. And when he spoke, the tentacles that lined his mouth waved slowly like drugged viperss, his voice was a cold and deep tenor that was tinged with the dark Depth of the seas.
"We are the Elder Gods- We are here to destroy Humanity" It gravely intoned.
"S'alright", the old man said, not moving an inch or moving.
"Do you not understand what you face mortal?" The one with the multiple eyes and mouths bubbling on pudding screeched, "This is oblivion, the day of deep despair!"
"Warm enough for that sort of thing, I suppose" chuckled the old man.
"We are the Elder Gods...we have no concept of good or evil. We are just forces of the universe that will crush the spirit of man, showing him the bleakness,...
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