the wretched king minos has decided your fate. his tale wraps around his body 7 times.
the sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. your shade has been banished to... the seventh level of hell!
seventh level of hell guarded by the minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the seventh level of hell. the violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. the stench here is overpowering. this level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. at the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. in those branches the harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against god and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the seventh level.
r.i.p. marco, my guardian angel.
...global warming can manifest itself as heat, cool, precipitation, storms, drought, wind, or any other phenomenon, much like a shapeshifter. -- jim geraghty
pray to st. jude
i'm a sonic reducer
he was the gimmicky sort
fenchurch=mejusthavingfun=magwildwood=mmousefan=bkcollector=bradmajors=somethingtotalkabout: the fenchurch mpd collective
