December 21, 2005

devil's hand

holyshit: I'm heartbroken.
i just fainted.

Posted by caroline at December 21, 2005 10:48 AM
Comments

It's that time of year. Too many positive ions in the air which, I think we'll all agree, is a mostly negative thing ...

Posted by: joy at December 21, 2005 3:01 PM

that's so funny, about the ions i mean. i'm ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT THEM. ions being the stuff of which our souls respire & transpire. DEATH DEATH DEATH! i mean : happy christmas, love.
xo

Posted by: mariko at December 21, 2005 4:05 PM

Devil's riding-horse (Zo["o]l.), the American mantis (Mantis Carolina).

Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913)
http://dict.die.net/devils%20hand/

Please note - hand attached to fingers and the apostraphe applies to who belongs to who - hands together - eyes quinting - head bowed - 'wish upon a huh ?


Posted by: thedevil at December 21, 2005 4:37 PM

Devil appologizes with grand gesture
wearing chefs hat

offers to cook soup
beside bad toupee's of men running for office

its so much warmer tonight
my skin is melting like a wax doll


Posted by: thedevil at December 21, 2005 4:49 PM

Deer Devil

(Yes, a faun)

See, I too can be cryptically creepy - yet somehow I am more 1947 B movie than you will ever hope to be. It sounds, muchly, like you want to rape my friend Caroline (cf. Mantis Carolina.) This is not possible: my army of midget creole Baskin Robins Zulus will K|LL U

GOD

Posted by: Holy God Almighty at December 21, 2005 7:53 PM

Gee Caro,

Let's have Pump.

Wheeee!

Posted by: mathew/b at December 21, 2005 7:54 PM

Gee Caro,

Let's have a three outercourse meal.

Wheeeee

Posted by: mathew/b at December 21, 2005 7:55 PM

Gee caro,

Let's Old Testament,

wheeeeeeeeeee

Posted by: mathew/b at December 21, 2005 7:55 PM

Geee caro,

Let's capitalize the secret police:

SECRET POLICE

wheeeeeeeeee

Posted by: mathew/b at December 21, 2005 7:56 PM

Last time I was
here was Mrs Sinico's funeral. Poor papa too. The love that kills. And even
scraping up the earth at night with a lantern like that case I read of to get at
fresh buried females or even putrefied with running gravesores. Give you
the creeps after a bit. I will appear to you after death. You will see my ghost
after death. My ghost will haunt you after death. There is another world
after death named hell. I do not like that other world she wrote. No more
do I. Plenty to see and hear and feel yet. Feel live warm beings near you. Let
them sleep in their maggoty beds. They are not going to get me this innings.
Warm beds: warm fullblooded life.

Buck up, Caro. You are one of the greatest.

Tadeusz

Posted by: Tadeusz Szczerbowski at December 21, 2005 9:33 PM

The only thing I wanna meet after death is a vegetarian chicken burger and a plate of yam-fries.

Posted by: m at December 21, 2005 11:08 PM

Don't forget the perogies of doom. With melty cheese on top.

Posted by: ben at December 21, 2005 11:43 PM

*Exasperation

Now i know how a broke leonard cohen must have felt sandwiched between a drunk fey donovan and a sober liza minelli on a recent episode of Entertainment Tonight.

you know the devil has feelings too.

its not the devil who likes sex ... it is people
so what does that make you ?

as for Caroline - well her soul zzz too chewy.
needs more tenderizing.
*laughs

ahahah *disappears in smoke

Posted by: thedevil at December 22, 2005 3:23 PM

Hello Joel - God says please leave Caro (lina, mantis) alone. She has a bf: in a one br apt. SWM should go play in the personals - not on Caro's blog. Caro does not need tenderizing - she needs a rich benefactor and a mink stole. Actually, ermine stole with the CLAWS intact.

Beloved Lord and Saviour

Posted by: god at December 22, 2005 5:14 PM