

The mightnight meat trainintromonotonous sound of the train, pushing the dead cold September night wind almost seemed to complement the vibratshion felt thru the train floor, after each rail the made contact with bottom of the train.All of this seemed to be inperfect time with the carrcusses swaying side to side in the coldfogy meat room.But jack didnt notice the synchronicity of it all;he was busy,Tired and little naushis. Jack hadforgotten his motionsickness pill.Jack was to busy dragging his knife down and arcosst the softs kin.His vitctium started to scruerm so jack put his hand on his back hear ched hisbackupformoreleverage.Jack wiped the last drop of blood from hi sThe mightnight meat trainintro


dreams chapter oneCHAPTER 1. Happy BLOODY New Yeardreams chapter one
The brigade of cars with the all to familiar red and blue seines screeched to a stop at the Peace residence. The car leading the line up pulled into the drive way, the drivers side car door opened and out came a tall black man with a rugged look to his complexion it was easy to guess why he was chief. Intimidation. He took off his stylish but not over the top sun glasses to revealed a fearsome almond eyes. He started to walk up the walk way lined with some small square-like shrubs that still had Christmas lights, only to find a humble entryway he looked from top of the door way to


Squeaky MoeSqueaky MoeSqueaky Moe
Why do those fat hunks of lard humans always open and close me, open and close me. I cant take it any longer! Moe the door moaned.
And how does this feel! said the Ticonderoga #2 pencil with a PHD badge. Well, bad said Moe after much sobbing.
After that, I, Moe, the old door finally snapped. Little no-teeth Timmy or Lardy as I liked to call him was wobbling right towards me and I squeaked in terror! Then, out of panic I slammed my door. Tubby and his other chubby friends ended up winning the lawsuit, and I was sent
And hi! -glomps-
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If you love somebody, set them free. If they return, they were always yours. If they dont, they never were.
Icon ~Stained-Mirror
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"darkness is just the light insideout"
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If you love somebody, set them free. If they return, they were always yours. If they dont, they never were.
Icon ~Stained-Mirror
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"darkness is just the light insideout"
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If you love somebody, set them free. If they return, they were always yours. If they dont, they never were.
Icon ~Stained-Mirror
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fantasy artist surviving reality
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fantasy artist surviving reality
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"darkness is just the light insideout"
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fantasy artist surviving reality
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I was here! Oh what now?!
"Cause I know there's got to be another level
Somewhere closer to the other side
And I'm feeling like it's now or never
Can I break the spell of the typical."
I'm in the ~org-neworder. Are you?
~Phantom-Club-101
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