Friday, August 26, 2005

Best Homemade Gay Clips

THE BLACK LODGE

" Once Upon a Time, There Was a place of great goodness, Called the White Lodge.
Gentle fawns gamboled there amidst ;
happy, laughing spirits. The sounds of innocence and joy filled the air.
And when it  rained, it rained sweet  nectar  that 



infused one's heart with a desire to live life in truth and beauty.

Generally speaking, a ghastly place, reeking  of  virtue's 



sour smell.

Engorged with the whispered prayers of  kneeling mothers, mewling  newborns, and fools, young and  old, 



compelled  to do good without reason.

But, I am happy to point out that our story does not end in this  wretched place 



of saccharine excess.

For there's another place, its opposite: a place of almost unimaginable power, chock  full of dark 



forces and vicious secrets.

No prayers  dare enter this frightful maw.

Spirits there care  not for good deeds or priestly 



invocations.

They are as likely to rip the flesh from your bone as greet you with a happy "Good day!"

And if harnessed, 



these spirits in this hidden land of unmuffled screams Would broken hearts and offer up a power so vast That ITS bearer
Might he Reorder Earth Itself To His liking! This place I speak of, is Known as the Black Lodge.
And I INTEND to find it. "
" There was once a place of great goodness called the White Lodge. Tender fawns cavorting among the spirits happy and smiling. The sounds of innocence and joy filled the air. The rain was sweet nectar that filled the hearts desire to live a life in truth and beauty. A acid scary place that smelled the odor of virtue, gorged in prayers of kneeling mothers, babies whimper, young and old challenged to do good without reason. But our story does not end in this place sickly sweet and repulsive. There is another place, which is the opposite of this. A place of almost unimaginable power, full of dark forces and vicious secrets. No prayers dare enter this frightful. The spirits do not pay attention to religious invocations. They can rip the flesh from the bones as greet you cheerfully. And if harnessed, the spirits of this hidden land of muffled screams and broken hearts have a power so vast that its holder could reorder the land at will. The place of which I speak is known as the Black Lodge. And I intend to find it. "

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