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The Most Brutal Music Store in the Saint Louis Area

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JOB:	Self employed

SMOKE:

Yes

DRINK:

Hell yes

RELIGION:

Fuck Religion

ORIENTATION:

Demons only

DATING STATUS:

Married

MEMBER SINCE:

12/24/2007

STAR SIGN:

Scorpio

LAST LOGIN:

01/12/2010 20:37:07

MY RATING:

7.30

HOBBIES

huh

MOVIES

Horror, Horror and More Horror oh and music videos

MUSIC

ROCK AND METAL: Current favorites are Alice Cooper (always), Megadeth, Rob Zombie, Wednesday 13, Murder Dolls, Cradle of Filth, Fairytale Abuse but there are many many more that I listen to.

MY BLOGS

The Next Great Metal Band

11/27/2008 20:39:35

our myspace link

12/24/2007 20:06:18

New or Back in Stock 12/12/07

12/24/2007 19:45:49

Title List 12/08/07

12/24/2007 19:12:34

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MY GROUPS

SATAN'S ASS, Dani's Army, METAL HEADS USA, Cradle Of Filth, ROB ZOMBIE ARMY

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My Family, Good Music, My Motorcycle, Real people

ABOUT ME

We're a new Rock/ Metal Store Located at 2019 Edison ave in Granite City Illinois you can call us at (618)451-8150. We're Open 7 Days a Week
and we carry CD's, DVD's, New Vinyl, Band Shirts and Merch, memorabilia, Clothing, Gothic decor items, Medieval Weapons and alot more

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From: Famulus

09/04/2009 17:36:37 happy Friday my friend

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04/19/2009 17:11:09 just a hello from famulus

From: Famulus

11/23/2008 15:05:18 FAMULUS NETWORK ALERT: MAKE THE MOST OF THE REST OF THE DAY MONDAY IS CLOSE!

From: Famulus

07/31/2008 14:37:20 HOW IS BUSINESS? (YOUR EXPERIENCING THE FAMULUS NETWORK)

From: Your_Wickedness

07/22/2008 22:19:10 BCOMMENTED.COM

From: Famulus

04/29/2008 22:01:28 I PICKED UP THE NEW ORIGIN AND IT IS EVIL AND FAST.

From: K_A_T_E

04/24/2008 00:43:16 thankz 4 the add... u'r pplz store is fucken badass :D it's awesomefulllllllllll..haha... one day i'm gonna open a store like that 2 X)

From: Famulus

04/21/2008 20:38:33 YOU HAVE JOINED THE MOST INFAMOUS GROUP IN DR! KEEP CHECKING IN WITH SATAN'S ASS FOR POWERS GIVEN AWAY. STAY AHEAD OF THE OTHER PERSON, KEEP YOUR POWERS CURRENT! HA HA HA (YOUR EXPERIENCING THE FAMULUS NETWORK)

From: Famulus

04/20/2008 16:44:32 I SEE WHERE YOU ARE AT IN YOU ABOUT ME SECTION. I WILL HAVE TO CHECK IT OUT. I BUY FROM RELAPSE RECORDS BECAUSE THERE IS NO GO RECORD STORE IN ST. LOUIS ANYMORE. LOL

From: Famulus

04/20/2008 16:27:55 IT IS GREAT TO HAVE A NEW FRIEND LIKE YOU. CONGRATS! YOUR NOW A MEMBER IN THE FAMULUS NETWORK.

From: MistressCemetery

04/09/2008 01:05:10 Sexy Comments & Profile Graphics Have a Wicked Dark Night Mistress Cemetery

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From: DaveDoom51

03/28/2008 18:25:30

Have you ever walked by a derelict sleeping in a doorway???....I have often wondered what path led them to be in that doorway...how madness could so destroy them.......Here is one man's explanation!

I hope you enjoy :D

The Beguiled

She asked a question of me, it reverberates in my head---she asked me if I’m happy, if I’d be happier when I’m dead.
I find myself now thinking, of the choices I have made---pretty sure my soul is damned, surely that is better left unsaid.

Dark thoughts spawn uneasiness, birthplace of my dread---perhaps I should consider, what occurs when we are dead.
If only death would bring surcease, deliver me from pain---no longer seeking evil pleasures, bring me innocence once again.
Such thoughts as these accompany me, tonight's journey has no ending---no solace for my tortured soul, I am trapped within this foul intending.
Knowledge gained so long ago, demands that I fulfill---fell obligations to this power, seeking someone's dreams to kill.

Majik surging deep inside me, causing my obscene erection---desperate to complete my task, no time now for such introspection.
Sounds of gnashing teeth assail me, at my entry to the shrine---acolytes of Satan's promise, on the floor their limbs entwined.
And there upon the ornate altar, writhing to the ancient chanting---nameless woman gestures to me, unsurprised I find I'm panting.
Which daemon is it now constrained, within my human form---who takes this willing offering, that the world can be transformed?

How many times, how many places---how many women beckoning---I can’t remember all their faces.
This daemon that’s inside of me, fulfills his ritual mating---which writhing member’s dream’s fulfilled, which lusts were consummated?
I think I have an answer now, to my daughter’s question---an answer now so long forgotten, a matter tied to indiscretion.
Some of our youthful choices, often glibly made in haste---can grow to such proportions; they can lay our lives to waste.

I implore you gentle listener, please take these words to heart...
Power gained from others' suffering, has no wisdom to impart!

© March, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

From: DaveDoom51

03/27/2008 14:27:04

From: DaveDoom51

03/25/2008 19:34:11

I was looking through some older stuff, and this caught my eye...Hope you enjoy!

Neophyte

Incautious neophyte, wandering aimlessly---exploring borders, questing shamelessly...
For secrets hidden, from mortal awareness---her innocence making her, unforgivably careless.
Stumbling upon sour earth---foul pregnant entity giving birth...
To one whose awful name inspires---malignant dreams, demented mortal desires.

Birth signifying, death of dreams---beauty forever lost, birth-mother screams...
Writhing and moaning, changeling clawing inside her...birthblood jetting, pooling beside her.
Into our plane, nightmare born again---neophyte aghast, driven nearly insane.
Grotesque incarnation, seems to be grinning---gazing coldly at mother, dreaming of sinning.

Backing away, neophyte desperately striving---for surcease, from the image of this changeling arriving.
Frantic noises,unkowingly spoken---bowels voiding in horror, darkest dread still unspoken.
Birth-mother grunts, changeling's foul actions resuming---suckling mother's teat, her life-force consuming.
Sated for now, changling casually disdains---this dried husk once his mother, all that remains.

Inching carefully away, elders must be advised---foul abomination lives, birthed before her eyes.
This thought paramount, neophyte swiftly fleeing---away from this abattoir, her wide eyes unseeing.
Distance desired, from this unthinkable depredation---away from cruel changling, seeking salvation.
Stinking breath on her neck, suddenly discerned---claws severing flesh, somehow unconcerned...
Curiously calm, she finds herself on the ground---desperate screams go unheeded, for there's no one around.

Changling capers in glee, such despicable carnage arouses...
Thoughts of succulent mortals, asleep in their houses.

© august, 2007 ~davedoom51 all rights reserved

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