Mythopoeika
I am a meat popsicle
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- Sep 18, 2001
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- Inside a starship, watching puny humans from afar
Less than one second to cross the road!!!
Scary. :eek!!!!:
Scary. :eek!!!!:
kathl33n35 said:That they were Stick Indians and if they made too much noise they might be attacked. He said no one had ever survived an encounter with them and to just be still. As long as they didn't know they were there they would be fine.
spillage said:Although Black Gibbons aren't native to North America..........
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:eek!!!!:
There was an arrow-point maker on the right side of the Columbia, three miles below WInquatt. One day this man cut his finger with flint so it bled. He put his finger in his mouth, liked the taste of blood, ate his finger off, then his hand, pulled his flesh from his arms, legs, and body, and ate it all. At last he had only a little bit of flesh left that was below his shoulders on his back, where he could not reach it. He was a skeleton now; nothing but his bones were left, only his heart hung in his body. He went to the next village and ate all the people. They could not kill him, nothing would penetrate his bones.
kathl33n35 said:who do not speak in words, but in creaks, howls, and whistles.
That night they heard strange noises... whistles and wierd clicking noises...like that of a human.