Recollecting the strange case, was detective Dermot Spiekt-Jonesy, who was also first on the scene. In fact, being gagged and tied up on a chair we might say he had first row seat to all the amazing events. The chamber of the main crypt was gaping open, like stinking, gooey door to Hell, and blood was still oozing from the high ground towards the entrance, inviting shadows in.
He never killed outright, oh no, just lightly murdered on the side, with mere finishing touches in mind. Creating a being out of bones was premeditated though. As a proud son of a proud butcher, there was no shortage of those about. Short bones, long bones, ones that
Of Jobe the Axeman, Exc.
(abbreviation stands for the excellence of execution, never hurts to advertise in advance the prime aspect of one's humble services)
It is dark. A person sits bent behind the rusty table, filled with stale untouched food, dirt and random papers and picks up a strange see-through bottle. Squirts a little something into his hands, trembling in sacred rage.
''I mean, what about workers rights! It's 1492 already and no equal wages, I get a penny per head, half a penny if it still sticks to the neck an' that ain't equal an's nearly nottin'! It's extortion! It's next-to-free labour, it bloody is! Satisfying a bureaucr
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He - has - no - socks!
His socks were grey
did not much weigh,
now they are stray!
Whoever found them
must have drowned them
pfui und pfei!
Pfui und pfei!
Pfui und pfei!
... BEE-THO-VEN ROOOOOOOOOOOOCKS!
without his socks
~saysplz (https://www.deviantart.com/saysplz)Bee-tho-ven ROCKS!
when LP docks
in my jukebox!