celestialpillow

Shadow Cult

~wicc'ien'e lyric'ye'iesm~
Exile was an option, leaning on escape was enlighten' Eshyla's woes! Won't we see? Sulleness was missing souls especially implode~explode's souls, who see a Silent Plague...siden an eros of immortality was experiencing in sdden sweeps. Fading into yin and yang, some essece ws lurking of an aromatic wisp, ill~means kept secrets in "winds ultimate sweeps?" Eshyla, a sleeper was she, and the patterns in the nectar began to churn, and in the past, creeping of warlocks and wizards(noneula~swee tness) into Eshyla's mien...wraithe and storm were the oceans in ears, so somber. Witches were slash'en in blood, steaking out of sight'e!?!

~Shocke'ula Soue'szis'ienn'e~
Special moves or techniques exist'e, like "singin' thunda'yei're" striking beneath elements! "So aspyre pyre may you prey upon the spirits of the wicked, sulking in the shadowy~shallows will we witness an another'i wise'en of 7 existences(on massacres' whim), what you may foreshadow(innate), ~never see light, bat and flight~ so she sings like a lunatic?" Was such an unseen spectacle escaping life's twins in self, slowe'meys sweep and nimble on "illumanati's shpinx lips!" Eshyla, a psychic in such a season of winter and frozen oceans, was listening without lesser "anima", in shallows of a forest swarming with muse's "sticky"...with' e "elfin' of shadows" who were smoking on weeds of lust'e. When will color and lushness leave lame magicians' soul~lifes from'e a spell says epis'mey'ie? Surely, aspyre pyre of y'firaj'e sort was a wish of "spiritual release" on weeds of lust, siphoning and sucking in swi'aa's miscreant and unpleasant smoke within noses an innate from elfin' ears, well?

~spoogewaste chi'chi~
But who was she's move of "Snape's Ghost" from and aiming at? So anywise else, like a knot~unspun ears would'e say was "unsung song lies beneath the sounds of visible aura, why should we stray?"(None'ula) So were the sayings of the wreched surfer also. Eshyla watch in wrath, storms of the underworld, scary(scary~scar'en) were whisping as witches cackle'en beneath an immaterial weapon's breast of solemness.

~echanii succub'ae~
"She will never feel self's owlish eyes, wings and heaven will implode into a stick of oboe before any nectar of Eshyla sees, yet am I(eye) anything but morbidness?" swaers of Yin~Sweii, while so was she's perspective. Soon'e, "Yin Sweii" explore within "elfin of shadows" nearing the sulking swamp! "Shall we lay waste from Eshyla's warlocks, unenchant'en a quicken lets those snatch'en a lie, we shun to strike, sure slither with shady witches we shan't succumb to! Yet, witches will slice our eyes en blasphemy, won't or si?

~impoussi'en be'sahy ult'ima~
"Gensing in we's 'unsung song', unpalatable as a racoon in the slimey sea," boiling in poisonous alchemy of a seasonless pond. Eshyla y'peers within a soul's sweep of an apocalypse, a storm within forever's "anywhere else none'ula~nebula" of morphe'eiy.

~Sen'sei sithe'y ne'lukki'swa 'enneyi~
"I(eye) escape in wrath of "lucifane wisey", with psychik powers of self, ~ like a fish fresh in the freezing sorcery ~ lust of, why won't essence say, "escape?' Yet from a wizards' "weapon of sullen icicles," sans cosm blood wounds in ears, lingers a sighting of what eros passes onto ~ "ascende'i , secret of whisper, why in sacre'en will, isn't an esoteric, strikeula without elemental lunar wishing'e...himalay' ine kisses exist, so is wickedness upon soul worlds without, in Mew~quin'sei's passion, is anything a succubus would'e strike'ien, entrails of Eshyla, surely an exception will spore~sprout?

(ultima Sorcery'ess trips in mageless wourld)
~aybss'all y'ielostrop'e~
"You will miss e'specials so agelessly, into the anceitn realm, if is such muck, wont you?" sings like a wizard, soon're a sorts of spells numbin' as a goblin sips blood of elfin', changes into a mesmorizing or ancient spliff of boeu'bonic sceams, another eternity will lose to chi's spell, "will escape to exist as wiccan crumbs," so such is what you are less of want, escape???

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"malfoy isn't a cousin of self's lucifane~warp'en"

Flamingnun

How high are you?

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The Don

Ok. I read the whole thing. I really did.

1 word:

wow.

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celestialpillow

~stone'en~ is eye

i'm alright with healing, but shit whatever snape-sphinxer

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celestialpillow

if you r wondering how to see/read'en such an epilouge, guess what, if isn't korean or arabic, so is if a special way to look without(lennonism) sature/netpune/uranos(ways of seeing)?

see what you wishe,


~shio'ackula~
(weapon at liberty as spirit inertiay)

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The Don

Why don't you make an effort to speak in terms people might understand?

Stephen Merchant said something along those lines. Now there's a writer!

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celestialpillow

u head of world of warcraft or yu-gi-oh? ...specials of limit break

~shockula'ne~
(is a lot like a final fantasy thundaja or a "zapados lightning~storm")

its just esoteric scenes for an epilogue of some novel/book*

ne-way eye speak(as if onto a web page by fingers) slan or some shiite like slan

finally, ne weed splifers writing a novel and want/wishe for an extra set of scenes or an epilogue?

u seen a graphic novel? ever? never? shishe!!!

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"malfoy isn't a cousin of self's lucifane~warp'en"