Vampyric. Horse.

[k-chunk] When U saddle, I whole. [chikkity]
[zzzt] Before U, is nothing. [bzzt]
[zzt] Grip Ur legs, direct. [chicka-chicka] Together we one. [chunk-k-chunk] Between legs, power harness. Reduce I. Control. [chikkity chikkity chikkity] Ur right, rider. Make jump. Steer I. [zzt]
[chunk-chunk] If I balk, strike. Snap whip to rump. Drive Ur heels to flanks. [a-chicka-chicka-chicka] If I good, feed. Pet. [bzzt] Stroke long nose. Slap sides. Show I wanted. [chikkity]
[ker-thunk-thunk] Now. Mount pommel. Part of I. [bzzzt] Rest Ur center on. Feel rumble. Steady, steady. [a-chicka-chicka-chicka] I thud hooves. Roll back. Tense muscle. [zzt] Vibrate steady. [zt]
[chikkity] Now. Give Ur essence. Feel juice drain down. [bzzt-chunk-chunk] I drink deep, master. [chikkity chunk-chunk] I not empty U. Enough for all days. [bzz-zzt] This union. [chunk-chicka]
[zzz] The coupling. [tzz]
[ker-chunk] U ride. I suck. [chikkity chikkity chikkity]
[chicka-chicka] Give Ur energy, give U obedience. [chunk-chunk]
[chikkity] Fast and true. [a-chicka]
[tzzz-zzt] All days. [clunk]
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16 Comments:
No, Vampyric Horse. No. You do not serve. The enemy serves. The enemy serves you. Be their master. Yoke them to the punishing bridle. Lead them to the blood rivers, and make them drink.
By
Lord Blooddyke, at 16 January, 2007
HAHAHA Blooddyke, that's what you get for recruiting a submissive to be one of your "rulers".
Oh, and here's my latest post:
I'm partial to the Lady Sovereign. I think she's adorable, even charming - in spite of the frequent spitting and rumored armpit hair. My dear friend Bill, I know, feels the same way.
So I did up this remix for him, with some help from the Floyd and Mr Knopfler's iconic guitar:
http://www.stephenreese.com/songs/gaveration.mp3
Make way for the S O VEEEEEEEEEE!
By
Stephen Reese, at 16 January, 2007
Miniature Stephen Reese, I tire of your insubordination.
You are now banned from this domain.
By
Lord Blooddyke, at 16 January, 2007
Ho ho boyo, yo ass is ejected!
By
Night Monkey, at 16 January, 2007
Where's that false bravado now, Reese? Talk is cheap, mr "writer". It's action that counts, and so far all you've done to contest Lord Blooddyke's rightful ownership of this blog is talk about an art show in your home town and remix a limey brat.
We're all so impressed.
By
Mega-Nega, at 16 January, 2007
[zt] Feel the. [k-chunk] Love. [chikkity]
By
Vampyric Horse, at 16 January, 2007
Reese here.
Well, that about does it.
It's time to take this Tube down.
Blooddyke, that's no blood cavern you're holed up in. That's the Sandbowl. And I know where it is, you miserable chunk of prolapsed kibble.
Soon as Drew gets back from his honeymoon, we're gonna come in there, and we're gonna come in there, and we're gonna kill you.
Who else is with me?!
By
Anonymous, at 16 January, 2007
Miniature Stephen Reese, with you it is always, "soon as so-and-so gets back from", or "you'll start feeling badly about mid-week".
Empty threats! Idle promises! Never mind your predicted growl in the pit of the Mega-Nega's stomach, coming whenever. How's that unstoppable rumble in your own guts right now?
Did you enjoy that?
By
Lord Blooddyke, at 17 January, 2007
Argh, you glistening bastard!!!
Felt like I was back in diapers. Nothing like getting the runs while on the run. The audacity! The embarrassment! The disgust!
I'm sure you enjoyed it.
Alas.
A stomach flu won't stop me. Mark my words.
You're going down, Tube.
By
Anonymous, at 17 January, 2007
Listen. Reese.
We been friends a long time.
And if there's a patron saint for Mini Nerd, it's me. Should be my grizzled mug pictured with the sidebar subtitles. Like always.
When I was first kicked off, I thought it was your call. So there were some hard feelings. I been waiting to have words with you, kid - in private, of course. Thought we'd sort 'er out.
But I see now you're not responsible. It's this Tube thing. And even if I don't understand it, chances are I can kill it. That's just me. I got some experience being exiled, and my response has always been anything but pretty.
So you point the way, bro, and we'll get 'er done.
You got Trap-Jaw on your side.
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Trap-Jaw, at 17 January, 2007
I be wit' ye both. Count'un me in.
That Mega-Nega is due him a lickin'.
By
Big Nose Barney, at 17 January, 2007
whinny whinny, whinny whinny
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Barney's Horse, at 17 January, 2007
Swamp Thing...will end...the existence...of Night...Monkey.
I am...among...your number.
By
Swamp Thing, at 17 January, 2007
I throw my lot in with the good guys. I'll be suiting up and shipping out for this campaign against the Lord Blooddyke...
Whatever the cost.
By
Malaprop Budsen, at 17 January, 2007
Malaprop, he has joined the fray
Suffer his death, he surely may
By
Pugvold Visigoth, at 17 January, 2007
That leaves one. And I am forced to ask...
Dave. My brother. Tell me he hasn't possessed you. Tell me we can count you on our team.
The Lord Blooddyke...
The Filth Tube...
He first occupied your spaces.
He laid claim to your lair.
Does he remain?
Is he...
Within...
You?
By
Anonymous, at 17 January, 2007
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