MB's hermitage: trespassers snuggled
POSTED BY: mincingbeast
UPDATED: Thursday, October 12, 2017 06:30
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[mincingbeast minces into troll country, plants a crudely hand drawn flag]
i hereby claim this land on behalf of the devil, who is in hell.
[i was posted in troll country, born in troll country, not an immigrant to troll country. i am native]
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i am the tyrant of troll country, and its only current inhabitant. i sit on a throne of lulz and skulls. i am solipsism, in skin--everything i see becomes me. contradict me, so there may be two of us!
[huffs gasoline from thermos]
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Yes, you are king of the trolls.
Who is this "satan" person of whom you speak? He seems every bit as imaginary as that "god" dolt that others drone on about... and just about as useless and powerless.
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tyrant of trolls, not king, Kwicko. on your knees, knave.
Satan is not an imaginary figure, but rather the source of all that is rad in the world. Granted, I had to construct him out of left-over bits of my id, and anxieties, but he is rad, red, and reigns in California.
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[huffs more gasoline from thermos]
all hail the fail
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troll country is a blasted land where nothing grows. the sun never shines here, which is a mercy, for this land could not withstand the light of day. only the devil himself knows what would be revealed. so i sit in my throne, in darkness and poison, picking my nose aimlessly.
i am out of gasoline to huff.
[sniffs magic marker]
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troll country is a blasted land, in part because there are no toilets. by decree of the devil himself, who is in hell, urinating in a toilet is an offense punishable by death. hence, the residents of troll country piss on the ground, on the wall, in sinks, on rocks, in trash cans, and in their pants, but never in a toilet.
i am the only resident of troll country.
it is a strong smelling country.
i sit in a puddle of piss, ony my throne of bones, and pack PCP into a lightbulb.
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uneasy is the head that wears the crown, or so i have heard. my head is easy, my crown a halo of barbed wire and flies.
there are other trolls, to be sure, but they are smaller than i, and less trollish. they are tasty. if there were to dare show their face in troll country, i would surely devour them. out of habit, not hunger, because the PCP has taken the edge of my gut.
alas, that there are no worlds left to conquer.
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*golf clap*
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Quote:
Originally posted by mincingbeast:
Satan is not an imaginary figure, but rather the source of all that is rad in the world. Granted, I had to construct him out of left-over bits of my id, and anxieties, but he is rad, red, and reigns in California.

All presidents bow to Satan in Full Monte Rio California
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