Sometimes a small pneumatic combustion cannon is the right tool for the job. At least when the job is spraying blood and gore into a fine mist, anyways.
Prophet of Hate
Memphis, Murder Capital
Joined on 10/28/00
I LOVE the first paragraph of this chapter. :-)
I'd been doing a lot of research into historical occultism, and it's choc FULL of different moods and flavors for otherwise dry numbers and things of that nature. I really like the idea of individual days having their own little peccadillos that supercede individual people's petty little affairs. Humanity is so perverse and sick, it's kind of nice to be reassured that on the geological scale it's all really transient and unimportant.
I'm SOOOO tempted to have an unmarked grave.