Do not be led astray...I am here, not there, not everywhere. Although the meaning may be hidden, my words are never buried. You always recognize my presence and hear my voice. It is a great compliment. I hear you as well, and continue to do so with an open mind. My lovelies, it has been far too long since I addressed you directly. Please don't be mad.
It was never my intent to stay, you have given me a path, and I will wander. Judgments aside for the moment, the most promising of you have made this a phenomenal place to find importance in reason; the process of it. Dare I say we complement one another?
p.s. some are not obligated to wear the wool and others do it for good measure.
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wth does that mean?
i was going for "wibbly".
that's it. i've officially suffered brain damage from this puzzle and am now losing my vocabulary.
horrors
Aw, yeah i totally understand meese, there was a couple times where I did feel so overwhelmed with happiness that I had tears in my eyes.
New mayo post
Looking back at our first attempts to solve it he must have been face palming so hard! hehe
It's not out fault we haven't heard of these obscure bands and their EP's etc. He probably thought it was really obvious!
Wow! Was that good timing or what?
HELLO EVERYBODY
well first of all i would like to say well done to everybody who cracked it. looks like the CSI team it expanding. i have spent the last hour and a half reading everything and when you found it out i seriously started to cry cos i was so happy. i had fun reading it and i felt that i wasnt here but i was in spirit. so by the way hello everybody he he he
Aww, the concert is sold out anyhow. I actually, for a second, considered actually postponing a huge party (cousin coming down from college, brother who I see every two years coming out for the weekend--we have the same birthday,) to see this show, because I know it's gonna be a doozy.
Anyone going?
Dude. SS made us all cry. I was in tears as well reading how you all put his little puzzle together. It's funny how the simplest things mean so much. It just made me think, as I was reading the solution to his story, that SS is really listening to us and taking into consideration what we have to say. I went back and read his earlier blogs like you did Meese, and he had put that he did the story to kind of relieve some of the negativity in here. So, that means he knows what's going on. He's watching this. It just makes me so joyful that somebody is listening to us and our concerns and that there are people on the other side of my keyboard that care as much about this as I do. And I know that SS sees that.
I was during this whole time.
You know when things started actually piecing together and everyone was just nuts?
yeah, all my grammer, spelling, knowing how to form actual sentences,flew right out the window,I just pushed keys and moved the mouse.
I'm pretty wure there was actuall one word comments that made no sense, I was just SO into it and wanted to get any info I had out there.
Yes, entropy, my spelling skills were nil! I was just freaking out.
This totally made my day/night.
Ha ha, I feel like a big moron. I actually have the Anathallo and Colour Revolt CD's and still didn't make the connection!
it all started when an anonymous person posted this a couple of days ago
Anonymous said...
I hope you guys have as much fun with this as I had writing it!
This is a story like a scar. Like flesh knitting together to close and heal the wound.
Once upon a time there was a zombie called Leonard. If you ignored the stench of his rotting gangrenous flesh and the fact that one side of his face was falling off, you would soon realize that Leonard was a really great guy. He was 74 years old, he was smart, kind and funny and he had the same appreciation and lust for life that he had when he was 20.
One sunny October morning, Leonard was taking a walk, contemplating whether or not to grab a coffee from Starbucks on the way home. Coffee was Leonard's only vice and he wondered if he had already had too much caffeine that morning. 'How much is too much?' he pondered as he thoughtfully stroked his chin and ignored the small chunk of green flesh that came off in his hand. He was walking past an old abandoned factory when something caught his attention. Up ahead he saw a large house with an overgrown garden. There was something moving in the long grass. He cautiously approached and saw a fox in the garden. The fox sensed his presence and looked up at him. The fox made eye contact with Leonard for a few moments before tilting his head to one side and saying 'Hey dude! 'Sup?'
Leonard gasped as his jaw dropped in disbelief. 'My name is Fred' said the fox nonchalantly. 'What's your name, dude?' Leonard hesistated for a moment before responding. 'Leonard....my name is Leonard.' The fox moved closer. 'Pleased to meet you, Leonard' he beamed, exposing a toothy grin. 'Do you live here?' Leonard asked the fox. 'No, I live at the cemetary with my wife and cubs. Our homes are graves.' Leonard could not believe what was happening. 'Aren't you afraid of me?' he asked in surprise. 'Why would I be afraid of you, dude? And please, call me Fred - my name is Fred!' the fox replied. 'But...' he stuttered 'but...look at me...I'm a zombie...I'm grotesque....just look at my skin....' Leonard trailed off, his voice filled with despair.
Fred gave him a quizzical look. 'Whats wrong with your skin?' he asked, genuinely unable to see why Leonard was so distressed. 'What's wrong with it?' he exclaimed in dismay. 'It's falling off everywhere, that's what's wrong with it!!! It's rotten.... and it smells......and the color, Fred, look at the color - who has green skin?' Leonard slumped to the grass and held his head in his hands as he started to sob. 'Hey, I know a lot of frogs that would kill to have skin the same shade as yours.' quipped Fred. Leonard looked up at him and choking back his tears he said 'I wish I wasnt a zombie Fred, I get so lonely.' Fred rested his head on Leonards lap and looked up at him with big brown eyes. 'Leonard, you are unique. So you're a zombie, so what? Stay what you are. This is a giant floating world and every person is put on this Earth for a reason. So, whaddya say? No more sad face?' 'No more sad face.' replied Leonard, a smile breaking out across his tear stained face. With that, Fred jumped up, gave him a wink and before Leonard had time to thank the fox or even say goodbye he had disappeared through a hole in the fence. As Leonard walked home, he replayed the mornings events over and over again in his mind and made a mental note to switch to decaff.
Ignore, I meant to answer vm's question in the current blog, sorry!
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Dang it! The mermaiden's caffienated star of divination came out weird.
-ahem- Oh! Savior of the Broken and Beaten and Damned, may our lamentations reach Thee
As the days pass the soul only grows wearier, Thy sacred hymns can only revive us!
Sustain us with Thy verse, and break us of this earthly curse
Please do not forsake us any longer
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Pwetty pwease O' Dark One?
In Morrissey's name [redacted]
Amen 🙏
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