DDNS - BE AWARE GUYS

[cozietoesie]

There seems to be a DDNS around. MNHQ- stop the coffee.

Know you not the teeth of the DDNS usual? Know you not the skittering clitter clatter of their dental form? Aye, teeth like needles indeed, and favour they the tikky takky of the shiny metallic form. Know it well and stroke the ear of corn.

Aaarrrrgggghhhhhh!

( hides under bed )

Be not afeared. For when the haunting comes it shall entrance thee. Does not the ferret stalk the ball? And the magpie shall be for sorrow. The moon shall reveal the secret.

Forewarned is forearmed. Follow, follow the shadow.

I love you sadeyedlady

This thread has made my evening :)

Katie The love shall hold thee like the snail holds the screwdriver. Hard. HARD.

And yet is it also not written that the owl shall enslave the turning circle? Watch the lights.

It is close.

Sadeyes is all knowing. Bow down before her.

DDNS! He comes! He comes! Hear you not his slithery stamping?

Bow down not before me, but before the DDNS. Bow down before he claims you. For he has seen your elbow and knows its thoughts of gravel.

I think sadeyes has made me laugh more than anyone else on MN, ever

I'm also a little bit scared of her.

Laugh, yes, laugh, for in the vortex of the DDNS, are we not all as one voice? Shall we not eat the mascara that is the sound of merriment?

And many eggcups will clang with the sound of the dolls head. DDNS knows this. This is why you are chosen.

Oh my

Helpless

Helpless thou shalt not be when the DDNS is in possession.

OF YOUR SOUL

For is it not written that the otter will hide the Austrian smoked cheese? And in so doing, will you dance, yes, dance, beneath the moonlight. Your vest will be unchanged.

It comes anon! The creaking of the cricket bat is leading me ever onwards... To the cellar, my precious children! To the cellar!

( runs to cellar)
( remembers I don't HAVE a cellar)

Gulp! I don't have a cellar. What do I do? What do I do?!!

My bloody cellar Katie! FFS

Ahem.

The wind. The wind. It calleth me, do you not hear it? It singeth and promises a DDNS free tomorrow. The tree...the tree...it is a silver birch. A salamander! She has a face of pearl.

Ah shite, sorry!

Have the DDOS got you all yet?

Do you have clean pants?

I'm headed for sadeyedladys cellar.
I'm going to end up in Take A Break, aren't I? With sadface and beige patent heels talking about my trauma

Do you fucking mind? I'm channeling here. Fuxache.

Ahem.

There is a wispy...the wispiness of the...the wisping...

Oh fuckkit.

The boots! Look how they crack! The branch, it is laden, yet fruitless. And yet...the whispering continues...is it the hedgehog? The shadow is drawing ever closer.