Great name for a death metal rock band. Though maybe not as esoteric as this one. Could serve as title for a novel. Not my kind of novel, but a novel nonetheless…
Yeah. That’s all for now.
Great name for a death metal rock band. Though maybe not as esoteric as this one. Could serve as title for a novel. Not my kind of novel, but a novel nonetheless…
Yeah. That’s all for now.
December 8, 2008 at 7:53 pm |
OK Necy, let’s write a book about it and see where it ends. Hopefully others will join in, and who knows, we might be onto something here.
Once upon a time there was a little boy called Deathshead. He lived in a little house in the woods with his mother, Morgoth and father, Slayer. They had a happy life killing time by the stagnant waters of the black river of Death, which ran through a dank grove of willows they called home. One day when Deathshead was playing in the old Chinese cemetery he came across…
December 8, 2008 at 10:05 pm |
fevah: a herd of bad assed ninja bunnies. ;)
December 8, 2008 at 10:30 pm |
Is that all, OK.
The bunnies drew their swords and walked towards Deathshead, ninja style.
Deathshead said “hey, what the hell, I thought this was a Chinese cemetery.”
“No, little stupid man-child” the bad assed bunnies said “It’s a secret Japanese ninja cemetery cunningly disguised — ninja style — to look Chinese.”
“Um, why?” asked Deathshead.
To which the bunnies replied…