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[14 Jan 2022|09:10pm] my skeleton of stone ( my heart of burning bone )

001. fat rolls of molten lava or gold [04 Feb 2012|10:20pm] [It pleases Balthazar to whip out a finely crafted fountain pen -- a Meisterstück, platinum-plated nib -- some luxury corporate gift his current pair of legs had had tucked in a pocket when things got all physical between them. The calligraphy is beautiful, ornate; the swirls twist as large and tall as the creature's ego, eating paper as he would the world. Less glossy is the ink, which might have been crimson-bright when drawn from source, but is now a nondescript shade of rust to those who can't see. To those who can: it's still a shade of rust, but less nondescript and more to do with blood, semen, and saliva, all bound together with a pinch of sulphuric know-how that should be enough to draw the attention of all of Hell's earthwalking brats, and the disgust of those who know a thing or two about blood-spells. He wants to be noticed.] How many whores does it take to change a lightbulb? Answers on a postcard. Research was never my strong suit, though I am trying. 23 comments | reply | edit | memories

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