edgedsanity: (got god?)
HOW'S MY DRIVING?

Come now, tell me what you think. I have a dripping blade awaiting such judgements.
edgedsanity: (one of those days)
PLEASE TO BE REMOVING THIS JOURNAL FROM YOUR F-LIST IF YOU ARE STILL IN PURG. THANKS.

↓ 6

Aug. 31st, 2008 06:26 pm
edgedsanity: (good boy)
I've come to the conclusion that most of you are not worth my time to deal with. You're whiny, rude, and completely without any sense that would make a man such as myself feel like connecting you in any way.

Unless I decide I need some skins for furniture, but that's another story.

It's actually amusing as hell to listen to some of you people. Posturing, posing and proclaiming things without merit or evidence. It's making me wonder why people feel that urge - I know what I have accomplished in my lifetime and I certainly am not phased by the lack of facilities here. I don't even need a power to show what kind of bloke I really am.

Though I can carry my shivs around even when naked.

So tell me, do I need to start showing my muscle around this joint or shall I just sit in my corner and let you lot worry? Let's vote, shall we?

↓ 5

Aug. 27th, 2008 02:45 pm
edgedsanity: (the hanged man)
The news of my death has been greatly been unreported by and large. It was only a bullet and not something important like a missing spine. On the other hand, from what I can see, most of those crawling through this unforgiven cesspool of primeval whine are missing said vertebrate. It truly makes me wonder which of you creatures need to learn how the world works and which one of you needs to be removed.

And countdowns are not sexy. Unless it involves acid.

Dull and trite, oh how I love thee in all thy ways. You bring the idiots far from the fields to dress thee up in meaningless words and give them speech in which they assume they know that what they speak of. Rotten thy core and soft thy lips and shall thee grant such unpardonable strife, than I shall smote thy eyes with a bitter tongue.

And if thy tongue is made from grounds I'll take three sugars and a shot of whiskey for my breakfast.

↓ 4

Aug. 17th, 2008 04:11 pm
edgedsanity: (scream for me)
You're doing it wrong. Should I show you how it is done?

↓ 3

Aug. 13th, 2008 01:42 pm
edgedsanity: (pain)
Enjoyment. No, that's not right. I think this place could be much more entertaining if there weren't so many people insisting that I spent time here. That I have a lover. Sadly, if I did, the blighter wouldn't be still breathing, let alone alive.

There hasn't been any real answers, but I never expected any. People around here are too busy whining about their own petty problems to really understand or care. We are here because we sinned. So what would a job give us but even more complications and more desires to sin further. It is not behaving as some of you might suggest. It is brainwashing.

I had my turn at the brain bleach over the years, so I am going to pass on this opportunity.

Find work, live blamelessly and then you go upstairs. And what is so important upstairs? Shops. Food. A chance at falling into the same sins and the same paths we had before we came here. Remembering that greed is a sin. Sloth is a sin. Coveting others' belongings is a sin. We are all sinners. And gaining such 'boons' will only bring those sins back out.

Reminder - in the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king. Or he is stoned to death for being able to see

↓ 2

Aug. 9th, 2008 08:54 pm
edgedsanity: (bury your god)
It's interesting how much the doses had affected the edges. Pity I don't have a few shivies to show my appreciation with, but I've got other methods.

But. Explanations first. By what Writ? What Word? Which holds things in place and brings the dullness on? Is there such a Calling as this that demands such echoes?

Angels and demons and little children. This place reeks of stupidity strangled with ill tides.

↓ 1

Aug. 8th, 2008 02:27 pm
edgedsanity: (my fix)
I notice a distinct lack of fire and brimstone. The demons are a sorry lot altogether and the decor is most post-Apocalyptic than Hellfire. So, I take it that Hell's too crowded or they want me to find redemption.

What a bleeding waste of time, especially for you lot. I'm not one to regret.

Is there anyone on these blasted machines? Or do I need to break a few more heads in ask questions? Come on, you sorry lot, get stabbing.

↓ 62

Jun. 27th, 2008 09:16 pm
edgedsanity: (the hanged man)
What? Again? Don't you people have better hobbies? Tch. Sometimes I truly wonder why we are here if there is no punishment and many crimes.

↓61

Jun. 23rd, 2008 08:14 pm
edgedsanity: (pain)
Fucking piece of excrement.

1 - need copper boiler
2 - bandages
3 - my missing finger
4 - a priest
5 - new shed

↓ 60

May. 24th, 2008 07:33 pm
edgedsanity: (crazy angel)
Bury rotten smoldering stench the skies cry and the tears burn and she lays bleeding and whispering - used. See? She is there and she is not and we feast on her remains. Abuse her. Abuse yourselves. Let God cry until the world's drowning in acid and we are washed away.

Wash away.

Wash away.

There is no rain that can cleanse this darkness.

↓ 59

May. 14th, 2008 02:25 pm
edgedsanity: (the hanged man)
Nice. Little children need to know how to play properly.

↓ 58

May. 9th, 2008 10:45 pm
edgedsanity: (all these burns)
'We have come to where I said
you would see the miserable sinners
who have lost the good of the intellect.'
And after he had put his hand on mine
with a reassuring look that gave me comfort,
he led me toward things unknown to man.
Now sighs, loud wailing, lamentation
resounded through the starless air,
so that I too began to weep.
Unfamiliar tongues, horrendous accents,
words of suffering, cries of rage, voices
loud and faint, the sound of slapping hands --
all these made a tumult, always whirling
in that black and timeless air,
as sand is swirled in a whirlwind.


Soon, children. Soon.

↓ 57

May. 7th, 2008 02:47 pm
edgedsanity: (bury your god)
THROUGH ME THE WAY TO THE CITY OF WOE,
THROUGH ME THE WAY TO EVERLASTING PAIN,
THROUGH ME THE WAY AMONG THE LOST.
JUSTICE MOVED MY MAKER ON HIGH.
DIVINE POWER MADE ME,
WISDOM SUPREME, AND PRIMAL LOVE.
BEFORE ME NOTHING WAS BUT THINGS ETERNAL,
AND ETERNAL I ENDURE.
ABANDON ALL HOPE, YOU WHO ENTER HERE.
These words, dark in hue, I saw inscribed
over an archway. And then I said:
'Master, for me their meaning is hard.'
And he, as one who understood:
'Here you must banish all distrust,
here must all cowardice be slain.
'We have come to where I said
you would see the miserable sinners
who have lost the good of the intellect.'
And after he had put his hand on mine
with a reassuring look that gave me comfort,
he led me toward things unknown to man.


Learn it well.

↓ 56

Apr. 29th, 2008 02:38 pm
edgedsanity: (crazy angel)
Gone.

Gonegonegonegonegone g o n e gonegonegonegonegonegone.

shush

gone

↓ 55

Apr. 26th, 2008 07:53 pm
edgedsanity: (good boy)
Looks like the next batch of brew is coming along nicely. So far, it's hitting 180 proof, so Sunde should have a fair time of it.

Sasori, chocolate's in the fridge. Mind, the green ones are mine.

River, alright?

↓ 54

Apr. 23rd, 2008 01:57 pm
edgedsanity: (dont lie)
Somedays I just want to rip my ear drums out. Then I remember that I need them for balance. Damn.

↓ 53

Apr. 19th, 2008 01:14 am
edgedsanity: (crazy angel)
I need to scratch my nose. Mind, it would be easier if the jacket wasn't covered in bleeding straps.

↓ 52

Apr. 13th, 2008 08:25 pm
edgedsanity: (the hanged man)
The Rules

# Leave me a comment saying "interview me."
# I will respond by asking you five questions.
# You will update your journals with the answers to the questions.
# You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
# When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.



my interveiw
1.) Who the hell're you? Farfarello.
2.) How'd you get that eyepatch, if that is you in that picture? My eye was damaged from a fight and I wear it for the sensibilities of society.
3.) You like philosophy kinda stuff, huh? Yes.
4.) Your hair naturally that color? Yes.
5.) ... like alcohol? I make it in my backyard.

Morals - if you want some real Irish Gold - I believe the Yanks call it White Lighting or Moonshine - I am selling the stuff. Just make sure you have a container for some, mind.

↓ 51

Apr. 12th, 2008 09:24 pm
edgedsanity: (dont lie)
Moving can be annoying. Sasori's here.

I guess Ciss is leaving for upstairs.

Hn. fun times.