herds of noses

There is a giant gland on the falling moon, it is commonly called ze nose.
an old man who was tired yet graceful inspected it from his distance of notability. after many days of quiet investigation he concluded his search, with little evidence supporting his initial theory. Though now he has gained knowledge enough to pursue other dreams, noone is really sure about him at all. And nor does any man, of admirable height, care of this old shrew and his ideas, for he is not of the gracened finchlass, as most commoners are.
Ah the gracened finchlass, a touchy subject, to be brief. It flew bearing the direction of the southern wind, to surface against the tide at 3:00 pm last tuesday. No person, of general calamity, understands the finchlass as it's true burdens are hidden by sheaths of cranberry soup. All of this burden seemingly puzzled by its untrue phalacy, contorted into the sand bag named jerkin who claimed to have seen several dancing she-males the night preceeding. An old bag made his way down the trumpet shaft in order to dance with the fastened leeks, though it found none, it danced alone for the night in curious hope of company. Stamp stamp stamp said the giant mushroom, if only i had more beets on my carved wooden steeple, my stamps would not be so misfortuned as to slip through the barricades of Farrow's Folly. Lamp lamp lamp, ramp ramp ramp, camp camp camp. Not one word spoken made any sense though he found comfort in the words anyway, insanity fuels itself and so he goes on being insane all day long, all night long forever and ever and ever. Its just like a love story, but this one came true
heeahahahhahahahaa

The dog, the clam and the angry old nose

A dark room without an entrance once housed three creatures of various descent. The dog, the clam, and the nose. The dog and the clam has no feelings, but the nose was always angry. One day there was a knock at the door, though it didnt exist. And the old man inside the barrel rolled down the paveway to meet the new visitor. A turtle stamped on the walls and a frog felt like the moon as three children pranced on all fours. The noses nostrils flared as it got ready to complain to the clam and the dog, though they payed no attention. A crab made itself visible, though it really wasnt, and so the children on their hands and feet were confused. A large battle broke out between the crab vision and the children, in the future it was to be called the Clammingtons Feef, War of the Stampedes. The children fought valiantly, though without opponent of opposite faction they were forced into self destruction and cannibalism until only one half eaten child bled his was around wondering what had happened. He turned 12 degrees opposite to the coordinates of the sun to review the crab vision once again standing, mockingly snapping its claws. The child pulled out the stone in his heart which people tend to call the soul. He held it to his eyes and muttered some words before charging at the crab. The crab of course unphased by another foolish attempt of a child stood, clacking its snappers. The child though in one last effort consumed the image in rage, destroying the vision, himself and the far away crab, making its nuisance.
The result of this was a large nose, with 3 spider-like legs on each side, standing around. It was a beautiful nose, with amazing curves and orifices. The angry nose in the room sensed the arrival and stood on its hind legs, sniffing the vile air. The nose let out a mighty bellow and charged through the non existant door into the world of Milk. Into which he met the new nose. In his rage old nose powered up his fire channels and aimed slowly. The new nose, unaware and innocent was not prepared for the battle at hand, though it would soon learn. Angry nose fired away with his cannon like nostrils at the new nose. The new nose was knocked back and confused, it knew not of how or why this nose had attacked him, but soon regained its wits and hid quietly in waiting. The old nose blasted some more fire then got down low and started sniffing around to pick up the scent of the new nose.
While all of this was happening Clam and Dog had managed to also exit the room, both prepared for a fight against both new and old nose they began to charge their own arsenal. Dog was the first to fire upon old nose, with his bullet like beans firing quickly and accurately Old nose was taken off guard, and stunned briefly. This was New nose's chance to attack and so dived out from its hiding place to bite off one of old noses legs, then to quickly unfold its bat-like wings for an added boost of speed moved behinf a wall. Dog kept firing on Old nose as Clam made her way to the new noses hiding spot. Clams not known for their maneuverability would be impressed by the abilities of this one, boasting 4 tentacle like limbs Clam was able to move quickly and easily towards the hiding post of New nose, ready to unload her poisonous fumes then strike at New nose quickly with her pointed tongue, that at the tip held the character of rock. New nose once again surprised, but not as much took a blow to the upper ridge, but quickly fired back with bristles, sharp but innacurate the bristles hailed down upon clam. Clam closed her shell and withdrew her tentacles to be unaffected by the quills, but now aware of the noses abilities devised a new plan.
By now Old nose had managed to gain a foot hold, unsteady as he was, missing one leg, he still had 2 more on that side and so was not as badly maimed as he could have been. Old nose used telekenisis to throw large stones and orphan's remains at Dog. Dog, with striking speed and cunning dodged the rubble and carcasses and dived forward. Dogs always being loyal to their task, he kept his eye on the target and rushed for it, this was to be his strength and folly, as Dog would not make it to the end of the day alive.
New nose sprayed water all over Clam, and with admirable agility, froze the water, completely immobilizing Clam. New nose viewed Dog tackle and badly wound old Nose, and so New nose took his chance to strike at Dog with all his strength. New Nose powered up the light of Nosetar, more powerful than a super nova, and unloaded its complete power onto the combined target of Dog and Old Nose, completely destroying them both in an instant.
Clam, meanwhile was left in her icy chamber, unable to move, but able to watch the destruction of her best friend, and vile nemesis. She watched as New Nose now turned and stared upon her, awaiting her final release, a quick and painless death, that New Nose had given to Dog and Old Nose, she was dissapointed. New Nose stood and watched Clam for a short while, the clear ice a window into the room in which she was held. New Nose, unsure about how to deal with this decided that he would not in face destroy Clam. New Nose summoned a dark room, in which he caged Clam. Inside this he left a part of his body, which soon formed into a new nose, and a dark scrawny dog, to sit for eternity in immortal suffering.

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havent been posting in this shithole for a little while so i thought id pacify the 0 readers of it
roger has been gone now for 2 and a half weeks, and its been long enough
who the fuck takes their kids on a 6 week holiday... grr at her mum grr
i feel so fucking bored, and desperate... i have absolutely nothing to do
i cant actually speak to anyone... i have noone i can have physical contact with either
i have noone that cares abou me... which aint so fucking fun
if her trip is extended, im going to implode... its too long its too fucking long already
its no fun around here without her at all, like sure i got WoW but i want cecilia... not some computer game -.-"
i hate how this happens :'( those who mean a lot, or more than barely anything are always taken away
always
or i desert them
or im taken away
or they desert me
this is shit why does it always have to be me being deserted...
well fuck this im sick of being fucking deserted, if it fucking keeps up i feel like deserting everything else cause none of it will give a fuck, nothing about me matters enough to keep someone around, to keep them listening or talking or interacting

Grandola Ep2

Episode 2 of the epic tale

Awesome Cartoon

Produced by Pucas and Korben i present to thee
THE FIRST EPISODE OF GRANDOLA ADVENTURES!!!

The following video is rated PG, it contains supernatural themes and scary voices by horny 16 year old boys, Parental Guidance is suggested.
The following video is restricted to private viewing and is not to be diplayed publically without permission for or not for profit. All rights reserved to Pucas Trade Company And The Korben Lizard Farm Certified.
No this film was not made with crayons tho it was an idea we thought of.
ENJOY

The tale of Nosebury Candlesmith

Tarnished petals of a once prosperous tower-burd covered the dusty and scathed battleground. Underneath the petals lay loose grey dust on a pock - marked dry soil. The wind picked up the dust but not the petals as it swept through the devestated landscape, the reason being that the leaves themselves, coming from a tower-burd were made of solid stone, but a red stone which may trick the unsuspecting wanderer in the forest. Across the landscape lay some decaying bodies of children that had been victim to the destruction. The destruction being that cause by the Grand-Battle Finch of the Northern Lorses and his minor finches in a fight for their freedom from the enslavement of Lord Seal-Fucker, that fucked seals. Within their attempt for escape the Finches created grand explosive beans and cast them at all around them in an attempt to destroy the walls that held them. Though their timing was of immaculate seduction the finches had made their Bombs far too powerful and in fact destroyed a good half of the world with themselves. Luckily though for the finches, as powerful beings they reincarnate and so were not phased by the explosions and their deaths.
The finches now circled the grand Feeb stone in an attempt to summon a Crab of Naosoth but the giant troll called lamb stamped in and started telling them about crayons and swilleys until the finches cawed and died from the smell of Lamb's breath, and breast infections. Lamb ate a whole whale that evening and said to himself "soy is good...SOY IS GOOD!" then Lamb was attacked by the wolf thing pucas and fell to the ground writhing like a new born baby, strangled by the umbilical cord. Lamb soiled himself with his troll powers and made pucas run away. Lamb walked over to his closet and pulled out a small child, raped and stabbed it then went to bed.
The end