Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
Loki wrote:@ Francis: Guest? Voyeur? It seriously doesn't become you. More to give. Big time. Personal opinion. Shoot me. Bite me. Whatever.
You're not gonna threaten to wrestle me again are you?
He threatens everyone.
Although some of us feel strangely inclined to take the offer up.
'You have fun ja? Ist gut!' - very large German bloke after a three-way drunken male-bonding 'wrestle' had crashed into him at a festival once. ie I'd been wanged (that's wanged) some distance over time into him.
'What a heavy load Einstein must have had. Morons everywhere.'
Loki wrote:@ Francis: Guest? Voyeur? It seriously doesn't become you. More to give. Big time. Personal opinion. Shoot me. Bite me. Whatever.
You're not gonna threaten to wrestle me again are you?
No. Eventhough I've gone to bed I have now. You're more than the sum you pretend you are. Why do I see F still being TH? Be yourself. Whoever that very, very nice man may be?
Loki was never worshiped as the other Gods,
Which is quite understandable.
Although I don't rate Alice, it has a great b-side.
(Clothing update, still suited and booted, but all black today)[/i]
I'm lost too!! At least you all seem to be having a good chat!
(I have black trousers on today rather than a skirt - scared the boss! He then asked whether it was ok for an old goth girl like me to be wearing trousers - cheeky get!)
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele