I don't expect anybody will get it-I was mostly seeing if I knew how to post a "custom mood."
The project I'm working on right now is about serpent-demons. They have rather disgusting eating habits. Their idea of a finger sandwiches is: Skip the bread, leave the finger.
OHHH now that's freakin cool! I just submitted a short to Aeon or Aoen...however you spell the bloody word....about a demon lioness who eats men. We are of like mind tonight...morbid and happy.
Neri looked, and her stomach lurched. The alien smell was blood. Coming from a slab of meat. Raw, bloody meat. And… “Malak,” she whispered in near panic, “it has FINGERS!”
(There IS a reason for this disgustingness. Honest.)
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Date: 2006-11-17 02:49 am (UTC)Unless it is about Demons and....finger sandwiches???
:::: Nods....scratches head, looks around. Nobody is watching so she picks her nose and exits thread to ponder cool stuff that she gets:::::
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Date: 2006-11-17 02:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-11-17 02:58 am (UTC)The project I'm working on right now is about serpent-demons. They have rather disgusting eating habits. Their idea of a finger sandwiches is: Skip the bread, leave the finger.
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Date: 2006-11-17 02:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-17 10:25 pm (UTC)Mine are rather 'gatorish.
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Date: 2006-11-17 04:36 am (UTC):-)
You crack me up.
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Date: 2006-11-18 01:49 am (UTC)Neri looked, and her stomach lurched. The alien smell was blood. Coming from a slab of meat. Raw, bloody meat. And…
“Malak,” she whispered in near panic, “it has FINGERS!”
(There IS a reason for this disgustingness. Honest.)