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"Y'know, if nothing else, living here has incredibly sharpened my 'Hey, there's someone coming for my dick!' defense skills." -

Jesus, what the fuck?!

I'm not even going to begin trying to figure out where this guy came from, but I will say that I like him. He's got the most perfectly pitched amount of crazy!

I think things are going to get really interesting

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You know--I've been wanting to introduce this guy for two fricken years but the story moves at its own pace. This is indeed the much gossipped about Pomander...Pommie if you're nasty.

Is Pommie having a stroke?

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"Sharp sword and empty horizon. Sometimes that's all a man needs... sometimes."

No, I certainly did not know you were there.

You remind me of the babe...





I actually don't know if this is the case with Pommie, but there is an interesting story behind David Bowie's 'two color eyes'. So while we accept dogs having two color eyes, I find it interesting that Pommie has the 'other' method so to speak.

Another bent brain with no place in the laughing academy to hold him so he's 'mainsreamed' back out to the street. He went to war with Mulefoot. The war treated them both very badly. And, as a psychiatrist friend once referred to someone "Crazy as shit. That's a diagnosis."

--lj

"Did you even know I was there?" So is there a possibility that Mr. Foot is aware of Pomander following his grisly trail? And why, exactly, was Jen referred to as a 'lucky grrrl'? She didn't seem so lucky to me.

Why lucky? Because she got close to Muley.

Wherever the hog treads, he leaves bodies: most dead, some alive. Pommie seems to be another creature swept up in the totentanz, together with Uhtalla, Brian, perhaps even Sam. Like Jen, he's become hooked on the hog; unlike Jen, he's left teetering behind. Lucky grrrl indeed that she hasn't joined the rank and file of Tony-Ray's surviving victims.

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A lone figure sits still by a pool - he's been stamped human bacon by some butchering tool - he is you...
Social Security took care of this lad - we watch in reverence - as Narcissus is turned to a flower

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What I like about the piece (this recent page) is that the eyes and the wild hair in combination made me,..for more than a mere moment, have the gut-impression that I was staring into the eyes of a gorgon... Deadly beauty,..mad, crazed thoughts... Shall I be allowed to stare further,...or will I merely be turned into cold stone?

That,...in combination with the billowing, roiling smoke above, gave the work this lovely frenetic feeling of systematic lunacy.. This fellow's world may not have the same color sun as OURS does,..but he seems VERY well aware of how his world works,...where his special world intersects with our own,..and just exactly when his own sun rises,.....and OURS sets....

Delicious!...

Great work Mulefoot!

Jadúgara ^_^

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A lone figure sits still by a pool - he's been stamped human bacon by some butchering tool - he is you...
Social Security took care of this lad - we watch in reverence - as Narcissus is turned to a flower

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"Y'know, if nothing else, living here has incredibly sharpened my 'Hey, there's someone coming for my dick!' defense skills." -

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Emoticons are the wheelchair ramps for the humor impaired.

Yeah, her. Her name was Connie (I knew it began with a c).

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"Y'know, if nothing else, living here has incredibly sharpened my 'Hey, there's someone coming for my dick!' defense skills." -

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"There is nothing in the singing of the secadas which would indicate they are about to die".

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"Y'know, if nothing else, living here has incredibly sharpened my 'Hey, there's someone coming for my dick!' defense skills." -

Pomander's eyes remind me of certain experiments from WW II.

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