For a hell of a lot of people here, I think they must believe that the angels are meant to be with them tonight of all nights, but some bastard has gone around the city caging the winged ones up tight, the way Larry Talbot wanted to be incarcerated during those full moons back in the 1940s. Wishing everyone well, Wayne
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Now I know why the caged angel sings.
That is an image way more than creepy...
I eat angels. It's rare, but if I am careful, I can trap one. They start screaming if they have some sense of what's in store, so it's better to work quick. An angel's scream is terrible...its tinny and shallow.
God gave man dominion over all creatures on earth. If an angel is fool enough to come by, then it's my belief they are fair game.
They taste like chicken when you're young. When you get older, they taste like something darker.
I think I was with you the night you snapped that picture. Where's the picture of you on the crapper inside of Club Foot?
I think I was with you when you snapped that picture. Where's the picture of you on the crapper in Club Foot? I'll never forget when you asked me to take a pictue of you with your pants down.
Now I know why it creeped me out... it reminded me of Gaiman's story "Calliope" about the captive muse.
...And if Stewart's feeding on angels, what's feeding on him?
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