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i got a fucking voice mail message today from a dead girl. mostly just static but i'm pretty sure from the sound of her voice that she was standing in a large, empty place. in my father's house there are many rooms,dig, ergo she's lost in heaven. the message, generously unintelligable, mentioned something about toadstools, i think; something about silos with pregnant missiles humming in their berths. one of those fairyland commits atrocity sort of bubbles, skin translucent & shimmering- you could see right through to the other side.
notes: the totemic mention of the trilobite is one of the key elements to the spells association with the long dead- rather than invoke symbolic agents of recent death (or undeath) such as corpses or zombies, this dweomer streaches back into a longer count of bones. the ritual repetition of "even death may die." the colour beyond the band of visible light. the blonde joke is intended as a safe-guard against the dilletente- its slipshod translation into ugaritic is a purposeful corruption. the element of randomization required to avoid negative thaumagenesis is provided by the lottery of babylon.
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