MB's hermitage: trespassers snuggled

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MINCINGBEAST

Tuesday, August 31, 2010 7:59 PM

I nearly forgot that I am the Tyrant of Troll Country. Fortunately for me, I have done and will do, nothing in my life worth remembering; and am more poisonous than anything that I could put in my body.

I'm more in a mood for wetting my pants, and pain killers, than PCP and camping out by the tracks today.

MINCINGBEAST

Thursday, September 9, 2010 11:46 PM

I have missed Troll Country, like a severed limb; I have felt it tingle, like a ghost limb. Now, having returned to the comfortably rotten confines of my lair, I repent my brief and unpleasant involvement in RWED. I shit in your heart.

I shall get out less.

I shall huff Jenkem more.

MINCINGBEAST

Friday, September 10, 2010 4:07 PM

"A minced oath (also pseudo-profanity or by-word) is an expression based on a profanity that has been altered to reduce the objectionable characteristics of the original expression, for example, darn or dang instead of damn; shoot or shucks instead of shit; heck instead of hell; flipping, freaking, fricking, frakking, fecking, or frigging instead of fucking; gosh or gad instead of God; and crikey, criminy, or cripes instead of Christ. Many languages have these expressions. In the English language, nearly all profanities have minced variants."

From Wikipedia, which knows everything.

But I do not mince my oaths.

MINCINGBEAST

Saturday, December 11, 2010 12:26 AM

fok jou ek dink jys n poes
Wat jou vir n poes want jy klink soos n poes
Jy rap soos n poes en jy sing soos n poes vars want jy stink soos n poes

DUN

Thursday, January 20, 2011 4:37 AM

Snuggled,is that like a good thing.Didn't expect too see that in troll land,voice drops an octave and starts singing"I was born under a wandering star"

MINCINGBEAST

Tuesday, February 8, 2011 7:20 PM

Each day I recall more fondly the listless nihilism of my adolescence. I am anchored in the end-of-history anomie of the mid-90’s...the judgment day that never came. The world that I came of age in abruptly vanished at the beginning of the New Millennium. I hated it then. I miss it now.

MINCINGBEAST

Tuesday, August 2, 2011 2:50 AM

I limped from Tennessee to California with a dump in my pants. I did not stop to rest, but I occasionally collapsed and lost consciousness, only to rise again. I did not clean myself. I will not clean myself.

I have returned to Troll Country to reclaim my befouled throne. I lie on my back in the piles of ash and filth, and stare at the heavens, which spread before me like a dilated butthole. I can see skulls on pikes, which mark the boundary of my domain. I am home.

ALIASSE

Friday, August 5, 2011 7:24 PM

Would you like a nice cup of tea?

MINCINGBEAST

Friday, August 5, 2011 11:36 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by ALIASSE:
Would you like a nice cup of tea?

Yes.

Gunpowder, two sugars.

ALIASSE

Saturday, August 6, 2011 9:14 AM

Listen Troll, this is a Firefly site: you can have green tea with a hint of night-flowering jasmine, take it or leave it.

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