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[20 Dec 2010|01:05am] |
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This season of giving that is spoken of, what is being given and for what purpose?
I do not like this time. It is very cold. I am very cold.
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[26 Nov 2010|01:23am] |
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They give their thanks for corpses.
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[24 Sep 2010|02:44am] |
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Strange it is to reside within a building for much time. I begin to lose track of movements without the sun and moon above to guide my way. How do these ones live inside the closed in walls like boxes? How do they follow the passing days without guides to mark it?
But here no children make sound to disturb me. It is better and it is peaceful. I sleep outside the window in the small cage found there. There I can see the stars.
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[16 Sep 2010|09:05am] |
Young children are disturbing my rest during the daylight hours. They shriek and yelp joyously on the brightly colored pieces of plastic behind their tall fence and I cannot find peace. I had no wish to move on once again, but one of uniformed men immune to my gifts made me leave the last place.
I would like that it be my place to rip the organs from the small bodies but my command lies not over the young ones. I cannot touch their innocence.
Yet still they make too much sound.
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[29 Jul 2010|12:40am] |
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The Feathered Serpent does not hold his liquor well. At this the Hummingbird has more success.
It is to be understood that the lack of blood is to blame for this and such weakness is shameful.
Blood sacrifice for Quetzalcohuātl is important now. Girl child, begin it. The Serpent requires death and the Eater of Filth demands it.
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[05 Jul 2010|07:57am] |
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The rabble make cries of celebration. They wish me to have a happy day but I behold no difference on this day from those that have gone before it. For what purpose do they make such joyful greetings and when will it cease?
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[01 Jun 2010|08:34pm] |
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I am collecting players for a ballgame with the offer of mezcal, although it is clear these street-dwellers understand not the rules of the game nor the way it is to be played. They speak to me now of basket ball and basing ball but I may grow tired of teaching them the play of ullamaliztli before too long and simply remove their beating hearts from unworthy chest.
The mortal authorities have come by to ask of what our purpose here is and I gave to them words that have seen lustful men drop to their knees. But I merely sent these men away to leave my game in peace. This I see as an acceptable exchange.
I must find a suitable place for the winning team to be sacrificed. I wish for a priest. Bring one to me for this purpose.
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[06 Apr 2010|02:39am] |
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What's your name, sweet thing? asks he, with his eyes upon the swell of my breasts.
Tlazolteotl, is my reply.
In days gone by this would end his attempts at seduction. I was in no mood to entice at such a late hour of the night and my true name was once enough to have men and women trembling at my feet to beg forgiveness for their sexual perversions.
No longer.
What a mouthful, he says to me, because their names carry no weight any longer. You wanna come back to mine?
Back to his I have come and almost finished am I with his flesh. The bones I will boil clean and leave here in this place after I leave.
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[10 Mar 2010|12:52pm] |
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What is your purpose, U.S Census Bureau?
You ask the residence of one who sleeps beneath starlight. You ask the age of one who is ageless. You ask the wealth of one who has no interest in such matters.
You are newborn lambs.
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[16 Feb 2010|12:16pm] |
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The wounds upon the chest are deep but were not deep enough. The heart I failed to remove. There is blood but not beating flesh. The heart remains in place and today the deceitful emotions have left it. I am whole once more and uninfected by mortal concepts of love.
One of the Greek ones brought this confusion and for it he shall suffer the wrath of the Sin Eater. Such wrath shall also fall upon the mortal called Frederick once I find him in this land of ice. Frederick, come to your goddess and confess to me your sins.
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[15 Feb 2010|04:32pm] |
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There is a feeling inside of me that I cannot put name to. What is this creature that burrows within my chest and what is its purpose? How does one kill this perverse desire that wishes to become one with the Lady of Witches?
I enjoy this fluttering not.
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[19 Jan 2010|10:51pm] |
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In the middle of the night I was woken by a large man asking if I wished to turn tricks for him. I do not like to be woken.
Pimps were not a part of our original bargain, Coyotl. This man no longer exists as he once did, but his body and spirit now nourish a goddess of the Mēxihcah.
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[28 Dec 2009|08:38pm] |
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People have stopped trying to wish me a merry christmas in the street which means this season must have ended finally. I feel no merriment in this repulsive reminder of the people who raped and destroyed my people and I won't help them to celebrate the birth of their false savior, although their vulgar ways to mark the occasion should fill any self-respecting god with loathing.
The Feathered Serpent now hopes for some sort of dinner party between our people, a desire he will find to be sorely placed in me. Tezcatlipōca, are you to be dragged into this farce as well?
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[20 Dec 2009|04:46pm] |
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Little drug lord, you're all caught in my teeth, heart like rotten meat, you poisoned my little whores. Mine now.
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[17 Nov 2009|02:21am] |
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Should you wake the Goddess of Filth while she sleeps you will find her uncomfortable company for you. You taste far too good to be ignored, my little sinners, and el putas have always been my favorite dish.
Such rudeness. They don't throw themselves at my feet as they once did.
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