The birth of halinwai and the death of yogsothoth

yogosothoth

In the grave of yunns, lied yugsothoth the brave, the evl the suckling the younglin partaker. The mind deceiver, the immoral intiater...........In its prime he/she was immensley active in the actuall world of motals.. I stummled into his grave home on my way past kuthulis and mentors entrance. Sacrificial youngling were laid downaround her, shrieks wre haeard as they lai cold, blood was fillling the tablet of souls as she turned to stone in an orgy of pain and pleasure. They were fed to her as she lay down turning killing, destroying, conceving.....PARTAKING OF THE YOUNGLINGS....

dark, cold, bloody.... musty the smell of a thousand corpses laid back twice then upon each other, blood poured blood drank, entrail out, heads bust oopen.... stomachs eaten.. skulls white a wash wwith pure, scorch from the saliva of hate, the mouth of blasphemy, the tounge of seduction, the body of HALINWAII WAS CONCIEVED.......the death .....eternal banishment to halifki the great, gOD of the immortals the......................younglin killers..aaaahhhhhhhhhshakith yogosothoth was gone..

We loose, we notice, we have we assume. No freedomn we were doomed to die thulis new.. the child of hate is hate itself, the younglin of death is death itselff..if you sow hate you reap hate..sow death you get death..................


( lost but around awat teh next Sorry for the gtn lost.... THE BORN ARE BRED TO CHANGE.THE GOOD IS HERE TO BALANCE TE EVIL}

Coming soon halinwaii the demon witch

In beauty we thrive, in disgrace we derive passion, thrill.Halinwaii the demon witch, passion of immense pleasure, death of immense pain, bondage of unthinkable escape. Chains of immortal flames, tears of eternal streams. Screams of utter pain..

Coming soon Halinwaiii, the story of the demon wtch. Keep checkin y iam about to unleash a script from the underground sacred book of dagoth of utter hate and disgrace, unthinkable horrors, sexual pleasures of the demon kind intertwined with the desire of man to get more, LUST SHALL DESTROY THY. HAHHAHAHAHAAA

A script of passion

In the sea of oblivion, in the age of union, i await for reason

I long for love in the catalysm of a mirror image, HATE OR LOVE, PAIN OR SORROW.

I wait, i live i patiently ponder.

FOR THE SALVATION OF MY SOUL...

great words

The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back!

Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime
to forget someone. Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fadesaway. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to
keep you human, enough hope to make you happy. Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person, too. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives. one way or another, to those who make you smile when you really need it, to those that make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down, to those who you want to let them know that you appreciate their friendship. And if you don't, don't worry, nothing bad will happen to you, you will just miss out on the opportunity to brighten someone's day

Emacipation of the purplerodent

i have walked, iam walking in the realm of reality and fiction. In the face of utter dissolotion and pure knowledge. On the cliff of salvation and utter death. Close to salvation yet away from resolution. My mind is mixed in a dillusion to recover it self and find out, who or what it is. The drugs, alcohol, the women. Nothing, nothing total vanity, vanity. Salvation. we seek, salvation we shall get. In the residence of satan lies the distractors of men. The blood thirsty, the deviants, the killers. The abominables. In the house of the lord dwels, peace, serenity, peace, serenity. What more can a soul ask for. From the abyss i shall rise, from the abyss i have risen. From terror and chaos i walk away, i choose to cease, the travail.. but only only i wish only my evidence could be destroyed, my past erased. FOR MY FANGS THAT THIRST BLOOD STILL REIGN... ITS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME UNTILL THE THIRST CONSUMES ME. SDFGHJFGHJ

OF ALL THE THINGS I HAVE LOST... I MISS MY MIND THE MOST........
.......................................................................................................................The purplerodent.

mudskippah: To be young, gifted and African

mudskippah: To be young, gifted and African

IMMORTAL SONGS

Theirs something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, consuming, confusing. Its like a self control i fear it's never ending, controling. I can't seem to find myself again, my walls are closing in, i have felt like this before.
SO INSECURE....

Crawling in my skin this wounds they will never heal. fear is how i fall confusing what is real.

This comfort in the sea has pulled itself upon me, distracting, reacting. Against my will i stand beside my own refelction. Its haunting i cant find myself again. RETURN OF THE SON. KUTHULIS RISES AGAIN.


The never ending, ever immortal. LINKIN PARK, SYSTEM OF DOWN, COLD PLAY, NEPHILI, NIRVANA, DISTURBED, BATS FROM HELL. Let the exorsism begin, let the drinking of blood from the nirvana last dated over rated. not tasted human virgin. We come for the soul, physicall shall die. Immortal shall.. NIRVANA.....

Visit to the Nither lands

On a lonely, broken down house. The demon stood the creature breathed. Fire and brimstone i saw. Open chest i looked, no flesh and bone i saw. My soul departed, my being gutted by the flames of the ibis, the pricipality the cintalion. I saw a head, with legs and arms moving upward to the demonic.. Blood oozing out of its nouth, like a spider it skuttled off, in snail pace so as to pain me with the visual of its obsenity, blasphemeous look. Up the sky i saw a naked man, dead man. Layed apon a tablet tabel, covered in a whit sheet only till his toes. Thats hoi thought it was a man. around him, the demonic children hovering. No eyes, but sockets, draining his blood eating entrails as their mentor... operates. He dipped his hand into the man chest, spattered blood all over and came out with the mans heart.. Hovering around it was his soul.. Hahhah which he quickly swalloed in his being of disgust and tossed the heart out into the wind.... Up i looked as another abomination picked it up. A naked looking creature. Like a scorpion, with a tail, only that the tail has a head laughing in grimace as. Its claws, big as dragons growing from the foot of a human, clammped the head in laughter the tail laughed. sadistically as hell fire and brimestone shot in all areas and angels of this,....this abominable place. In the air they tossed the heart to and fro like a ball as i saw it.. i grimaces.

Below the cliff, lies skulls and bones of hideous creatures unfathomable to the human minds. If it was alive and seen by a mortal.. Insanity would prevail and death soon after..one was a human.. in body with a head the size of a bull, horns sharp as sword protuded from its forhead and joind other from the side. The mouth looked like a chain saw and below it had legs, legs that looked like animalistic abominations. One had legs that resembled a horse, or is a mule. In disgust i turned only to face them finishing off the body on the Marbel tabel. They notice me and i begin to rum to the porthall i run.. to make it back will i. Abomination is all around, they are persuing me they are pursuing me. Down here the name that saves is not even mentioned.......can i remmember arrrrrrrrrrrggg i run to the temple i run to the portal i run. The abyss has seen me and forever we shall .it shall it shall be with me i run i run.....

Lamentations of Raphaziel

Raphaziel, raphazeil, zeil, death, insanity, horrow, loneliness, hate........In the state of utter misunderstandings, i don't know where to hide. From my own i cannot, i still remmember when the sun was shining. Not really its always been dark in the abyss, hate, pain i lived with them demonized. a slave they took me to haunt me, they didin't hurt me they didn't.

To watch and see the horrow. To kill my soul from within, to mess with my mind they did. To let me see them kill, devour, eat, dismemeber my kind they let me see. after a while my hurt disappeared where has it gone. where has my hurt gone, i want to go back to believing in everything. Out they left me, like a bird in a cage i was set free, to leave. i run i couldn't they kicked me out. Not before feeding me their prey, eating entrails, drinking blood. Watching torture. Driving me into madness, i don't know if i can stop the pain if i will it all away. Don't close your eyes, i couldn,t they were open shut i die.. To live in pain, sorrow to die in hate and abomination. I don,t know how to love, i cannot escape, i cannot escape iam. Iam now the prison itself lives in me. They laugh, tauuunt me.

I CANNOT REJECT THE WHOLE WORLD. BUT THE WORLD CANNOT ACCEPT ME. Evil is me and i is evil. HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME.....Raphaziel walks amongst us, Like Abel he preys the night hoping to cancel his fears and hat e hahahahah he is doomed only seeking help. Before they visit hime to complete their task .MAKING HIM ONE OF THEM.......•••••••••

clean up clean up

My rat infested, vile slithering desk was cleaned today in the office. Iam really busy people and havent had any inspiration for another sequel. iam thinking of starting one about the black widow spider... ahhhh ha we will call it haliinwail. A story about a monster eating something the usual, in a more relallistic and sadistic way.. ohh by the way here is ygolonac the evil...Shit iaam being attacked a colony of ants has decided to take refuge in my desK i have to kill them tonight. yessshhhhhh yessssssssthhhhhhh kill them, destroy them. Show them who is god over them in this place hahahhahhahh i shall FINISH THEM OFF tonight i shall taste power, the power of taking life away from another creature hahahaaahaahahahahahh IAM gOD

kuthulis

meet the mind behind the visions and realize the fear behind the man.

Kuthulis visions two

They continued their escapades, they continued....... Shintall is born shintall is loosed. The devils of issagoth are out like a bolt of lightning they spewed out of the abyss, the belly of the beast. to devour, enslave, rule, sacrifice...foolish humans foolish humans. Issagoth was empty, apart from the remnants of the few to await the souls of the priests. Thinking to liason with the devil is safe. Do not dance with the devil when he asks you to, because the dance may last forever. It begun with the childrin, the human babies were dying in the womb, in hundreds first, in thousands later. The cold was increasing. Unpredictable weather was in force. All their primitive instruments could not fathom the demons they loosed. The babies died, the mothers cried the foetuses dissapeared. It was evil evil. Issagoth is not physical nor is it touchable. Shintall was in rule. Now and then the entrails were found. they remembered who they burned. A man called Nastadamuuuusss. He saw it as it happened. the sky turned red and blood flowed, it rained entrail the feel of souls screaming inside was heard for the first time. People went crazy. Mothers killed babies and devoured them, fathers tortured sons and burned them trust was gone, hate was revealed. jezebel was back hahahahhaha.... Shintall was growing; from hate he grows and from pain he breeds. And worse of all from death he escapes for, we, they, set him loose. Care dissapeared. It became apparent shintall's slaves begun eating foetuses. It was revealed they dissapered yes but into their own kinds tummies the were. hahahahha. they devoured themselves, killed their kind. In hate they lived. Cannibalism was a thing of normality. Shintall worship was realism hahahahha he grew he grew.. Soon he will take over.. Abomination of every kind shall bep raised, issagoth shall be over run..hahahhaha limbs hung over their towns, skulls on their doors. Heads at their dinner tables.. Foetuses for dessert. Hate is what brought them to this.. Look into yourself this is what it is spiritua, soon to become physical. Visions don't last. They what they are just VISIONS..Love and let love. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAH hahahahhaha SHINTALL WILL RULE BE WARY LOOK INTO YOURSELF......

opaque, misunderstandings of life

underground not normal or is surface not normal. Born in the pit, the belly of eternal waste was my home of eternal pain sorrow, worry. I learnet to kill, feed, devour, torment play and finaly savour. the existence of mortals was not a thing to be thought of. The elders brought them during festive seasons. Cracking, breaking, shattering their limbs was a favourite game to us as young eternals. We were superior in mind and body. Lest we hae mercy on our food we fail to exist in our element. Our skin needed their blood, our eyes needed theirs, our hands what hands , without them we were imobile. Our existence was unto them, as their survival was a must. Like sheep, cows yes sheep (some creatures i saw in my second journey to the mortal world) we take them as. Love what is love they talk it they experience it, but for less than a breath time aoooooohh i was told we were the only ones that they were dum. Could not see the supernatural. What we see is insanity and sudden death to them. My Other is a monster to them. She eats them whole, has a face that eminates froth of the undicourse dungeon of macath. A gift she at be, her embrace is the burning of an eternal birth. Her cold is better than shakoths heart in time of retrubution............ to br contnd

Kuthulis visions

He could see the abyss when he closed his eyes, the love of yane was gone. The elves were missing his hate was brewing, all he could see was evil. A dead young one is strewn across the bones infested pit. Yaknunu offspring are feeding with their dismembered arms after the ritualistic birth ritual of cutting theem off. TO ENABLE GROWTH AFTER FEEDING ON SEVERAL YOUNG ONES THEY SHALL GROW. The test of purity with the Yaknunu, he always was and is,he is a tribe, a god, a father a principle. Despicable is his face, entrailS cover as his hair, death cloaks as his clothing. Hate spews from his nostrils. Evil is him and inside him. He is worshipped by his offspring, who are gotten by ill repute hate, rape, taken away, stolen from the womb. Of many he has savored. Others he keeps, the irony of it all he thinks he is safe. The Shintall is stiring, yaknunu is just but a toddler in comparison to his evil. A fly in comparison to his hate. He will devour the remnants of yaknunu. Kill his spoils of war or rather terror and begin his reign of such a blasphemous kind has not been heard. The humans are fools medling in the unknown to satisfy their lust for power, not knowing the Devils of isagotha have no allieS. Once lossed, have no servants once served, have no partners once freed. They shall be the first to go. The humans dying in the thousands on every plain. Skulls, bones, sometimes freshly eaten entrail fall fall from the sky. Only to look up and see nothing. For Shintall is not seen in the sky is not felt in the breeze, is no touched by the uneternal. HE IS SENSED BY THE ETERNAL WHICH QUIVERS AND CRIES FROM ITS BELLY INSIDE. Some go insane others go numb awaiting him. FOR THE SOUL IS ETERNAL IT SENSES shintall coming. First the mind, then the body after that the soul. DEATH IS JUST BUT A BEGINNING OF HIS TORMENT. Foolish humans. Foolish humans.


In time thee shall remmember thy words. Regardless of my countenance EVIL was in me but not me............

Y"golonac

Beyond the gulf in a subterranean night a passage leads to a wall of massive bricks, and beyond the wall rises y'golonac to be served by the tattered eyeless figures of the dark. Long has he slept beyond the wall, and those which crawl over the bricks scuttle across his body never knowing it to be y'glonoac; but when his name is spoken or named he comes forth to be worshipped or to feed upon. For those who read of evil and search for its form within their minds call forth evil, and so may y'glonoac return to walk among men and await that time when the earth is cleared off and cuthulhu rises from his tomb among weeds, glaaki thrusts open the crystal trap door, the brood of eihort are born into daylight, shub-nigguratha strides forth to smash the moons lens. Byantis bursts forth from his prison, Daloth tears away ilusion to expose the REALITY CONCEALED BEHIND THE VEIL.......

Ommmm Shanti.

Passion can't be measured, but seen when missing!!!

Passion can't be measured, but seen when missing! My work, my life, my dream. It is very fortunate to do what you love, but really unfortunate when those who do it with you don't feel it. Passion is the essence for good great creativity. I think so... I feel cheated betrayed whe nthose around me are here coz the y either fucked or got fucked by the right people.. It is painfull when those you see around you take it for granted that what they do actually shapes society. Creatives are gods( i don't know if iam one) But i do know afew who have changed perceptions, influenced societies made revolutions. Intiated great exoduses from one product to another. Populated countries with patrioic, consumers. Ohhhhh ohh ohhh... I need to be one i want to be one when i grow up please please anybody know what footsteps to follow.. Are you one.. heheehhahaha And this is definately a trick question. WHO ARE YOU? A SUIT A TIE OR THE ALL ROUND ALL WEAR TSHIRT AND JEANS......