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*Maxxed* [v]@Xx3D []ut Darkwind Guru Mutants Faction Group: Marshals Posts: 961 Joined: May 20, 2010 The last faded techicolour shadows drifted into darkness as the aurora dunked shwishfully behind the volcanic skeletons and the sand of a billion desecated skulls. Air kissing the breezed moon with misquito-kiss; sipping on the bloodsweatearz of the distatstefulness of Firelight, not a town nor a village but apuddle of vomit. Moonvomit smiles sadly on the back of a lonely figure shadowed by two of the conspicious, concealed guns showing as subtly as roosters early morning call. Un-named figure Jason of the Murphs stumbles to the pub. Sitting crookedly on abroken stool he dances on 2 legz like only a seated man can. He calls for satisfaction and a brawl ensues... OCC: TBC - By any1 who cares2type 8S ......................... vet wv deathrceL1 marshal pvp5 pvp20,0,1 Posted Jan 19, 2011, 11:04 pm

*Bastille* Raging Scavengers Darkwind Guru Evan Reds Faction Group: Marshals + Contributors Posts: 7,513 Joined: Mar 31, 2009 OOC: ok, who got into the sugar cubes last night I like it. ......................... marshal vet wv pvp4 zom cont pvp32,12,1 Posted Jan 20, 2011, 12:20 am

JS Hitmen Trucking Inc -CI- Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Members Posts: 3,238 Joined: Jan 9, 2010 He never ducked the slashing hammer shot, his face crumply in agonizing glee. Carnival lighted the fulsome stench of brewery induced haze wafted o'er the entusiastic celebrants. Worshipful chaos alighting on the assembled muddle and few could scarcely believe their luckless position. Idly Rafael screamed to escape his riotous nature. But benches they sought to enslave him. So it was that neither seated man was spared the good feelings of murderous friends. Quiet, she left the room, replaced by hideous sound. Broken furnishings mute testament to her retreat. The fiesta continued, for there were more storied happenings needed reporting... ......................... vet wv pvp5 pvp3 pvp4 Posted Jan 22, 2011, 4:23 pm Last edited Jan 22, 2011, 4:25 pm by JS

*Maxxed* [v]@Xx3D []ut Darkwind Guru Mutants Faction Group: Marshals Posts: 961 Joined: May 20, 2010 "whatz my fuggin name?" "WOT???" wtf? Lost in l;9ingguitix fdiux blkah the poet is the ugliest artiust... ......................... vet wv deathrceL1 marshal pvp5 pvp20,0,1 Posted Jan 27, 2011, 3:05 pm

Zephyr River City Gamblers Darkwind Guru Evan Reds Faction Group: Subscribers Posts: 551 Joined: Dec 12, 2009 Paula and Refugio huddle together "I saw the best minds of our generation destroyed by bulllets, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the Firelight streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, zerkheaded gangers burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of rotary-engined pickups floating across the tops of cities contemplating piracy, who bared their brains to Heaven under the aurora and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on lorry roofs illuminated, who passed through camps with radiant eyes hallucinating Somerset and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, who were expelled from The Alley for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull, who cowered in unshaven Cadronas in underwear, burning their ammo in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall, who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Gateway with a belt of narcotics for Elmsfield, who ate fire in paint sedans or drank turpentine in Damnation Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night who sank all night in submarine light of Jake's floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Devil Dan's, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Morgan leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Texan City Hall, who jumped in hearses with the mutants of firelight on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain, who disappeared into the volcanoes of the Dead Lands leaving nothing behind but the shadow of dungarees and the larva and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Badlands, who broke down crying in white training centers naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons, who wept at the romance of the highways with their lorries full of pumpkins and bad tyres, who sat in boxvans breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build stone quarries in their camps, who coughed on the sixth floor of Shantytown crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of theology, who were burned alive in their innocent flannel Apaches on Lost Highway amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of Deathracing & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent pirates, or were run down by the drunken Phoenixes of Absolute Reality, who jumped off the Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Elmsfield soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer, who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch Evan jazz incarnation, who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity, who journeyed to Texan, who died in Texan, who came back to Texan & waited in vain, who watched over Texan & brooded & loned in Texan and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Texan is lonesome for her heroes, and who therefore ran through the auroral streets obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the v8 the Reinforced Tyre, the car rifle & the Hand Flamer, with the absolute heart of the deathracer butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years. I'm with you in Firelight in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across Evan in tears to the door of my cottage in the Somerset night." ......................... vet wv Posted Feb 3, 2011, 9:58 am Last edited Feb 3, 2011, 7:08 pm by Zephyr

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