Deo placere percusserit me. Tolle quaeso mihi in amplexus tuos æternam. Adiuva me, etiam si mortuus est, ut moriatur ibi conjunctio lucifer. Vociferabor ad te opem. Non ego sum, da mihi amet sit. Eorum claritatem in videam bonum et malum
Quare non occidas me, aut moriar
I openly welcome any comments and often retrieve some of them from spam because that is where some legit comments end up. It may take a few days but I also approve all comments except for those that are obviously spam. I found this one under spam which it probably is from someone named Carpet. Tell me what is wrong with this comment
“of course like your website however you need to take a look at the spelling on quite a few of your posts. A number of them are rife with spelling issues and I find it very troublesome to inform the truth however I�ll definitely come back again.”
Providing for abbreviation I ignored the beginning of it. Now I need to take a look at my spelling on quite a few of my posts… umm aside from the Latin which comes up spelled wrong because oh well let’s see IT ISN’T IN ENGLISH there is nothing spelled wrong. I am just neurotic enough to check. Can someone how to inform the truth? I definitely would like to speak with the Truth just because it might be fun but to inform him of something might be a bit insulting. Now I understand coming back again there are many blogs I follow spelled wrong or not but I do know the html for an ‘.
For my readers I am sorry for this rant but the teacher in me twitches when someone says I spelled something wrong. I worked very hard to learn both English spelling and grammar (no it is not my first language) and it annoys me to no end to have someone say my posts are rife with spelling errors by someone who obviously needs a lesson in grammar, html, and apparently spelling. Hey even the term schizophrenic architects is spelled right.
Sorry for the rant. Oh and if this was spam it wasn’t very good spam considering I live in America and am not about to have my carpets in England cleaned… now cleaned by an Englishman… preferably naked… umm well yeah I am not even going to continue with that thought, way too frustrated.
The monster inside me growls twisting its body right behind my eyes. I can feel it slither turning circles. Its body sliding sharp scales against my brain leaving lacerations that not even I can understand the implications of. I hear its rumbling breath, the gravelly whoosh that a large reptile at rest makes. It is much better when it is sleeping. I don’t have to feel it move restlessly like it is now. It wants something although it will not tell me what and I can’t fathom what it could possibly be. Sometimes it talks in low growling voice sounding much like the rumble of an earthquake sending vibrations through me. At times these vibrations are pleasant and at others horrific. At times it makes my entire body quake with the force of it. It echoes in my head painfully when it wants something as it is doing tonight.
If it would just tell me what it needs at this point I would gladly give it over without hesitation just to make it quiet again. The bladed tail swishes back and forth drowning the other voices, the quieter voices. The ones that tell me in their strange double way of speaking what I should do. These are the voices that make want to slice into my skin to let them out. There used to be only one crying in the distance but now there is a cacophony of speech sometimes drowned out by the dragon curled behind my eyelids. I can almost see him when I close my eyes. He is getting stronger and the rational voices are getting weaker. His frightening visage scares others when he peeks through my eyes. Others see something in me that scares them when he looks directly at them.
Ut alii do vita et sanabitur anima mea. Omnibus Angelis sanctis, et daemones praeesse dolor sit moriar et alius potest salvari. In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.
Can't Sleep Clowns Will Eat Me 