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Famulus	Nov 23, 2008, 03:34 PM
	FAMULUS NETWORK ALERT: MAKE THE MOST OF THE REST OF THE DAY MONDAY IS CLOSE!

Famulus	Jul 31, 2008, 03:29 PM
	HEY ZOE HOW ARE YOU MISSED YOU. (YOUR EXPERIENCING THE FAMULUS NETWORK)

DaveDoom51	Jul 4, 2008, 06:55 AM
	There is a seperate reality...where dreams are real, and those who can......FLYYYYY! For my Sweet Lynn and Lilly ! Nyght Flyght They dry their gossamer wings together.... They have starlight dreams to gather... They spread their glistening wings tonight... In anticipation of mid-night flight. Perfect moonlight softly glowing... Majik dreamscape filled with knowing... Both have spent a lifetime waiting... Longing for this joyous mating. Ancient knowlege freely given... To those who's souls are only driven... By purity and best intentions... Those who seek divine ascension. So like children they gather here... Their balance masters their mortal fear. The Goddess in her wisdom blesses... Arcane chants and love's caresses. Silken night breeze holds her breath... Suspended now 'tween flight and death... Their care-worn hearts choose sweet release... Ascending as their fears decrease. Embracing as they fly together... Soaring above the streams and heather... Goddess weeps at such perfection... She takes them under her wise protection. These brave seekers of aether's gift... Ride sly night-currents as they shift... Between this plane and that beyond... Sweet laughter as new dreams are spawned. Brief thanks they give to one who cared... One who knew what could be shared... They giggle as they fly away... Will they return...no one can say. Two hearts eagerly pulse as one... Their souls entwined, their journey begun. © July, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

SlitWristSoul13	Jul 3, 2008, 08:26 PM
	the dark sweetness of your flesh

DaveDoom51	Jun 30, 2008, 03:37 PM
	Well....another work week....sigh...Here is a vid you might enjoy

Famulus	Jun 28, 2008, 10:25 PM
	HEY GIRL HOW ARE YOU DOING. JUST WANTED TO SAY HI.

DaveDoom51	Jun 23, 2008, 06:58 PM
	Well....once again, it has been way to long since I visited you.....Here is my peace offering......I hope you enjoy it .. BTW, this poem concerns the original Stregan belief system......approximately in the time frame of the Druids in Britain....though this locale is southern Italy (what is to become a unified Italy anyway) in the "boot" portion of that country..... Stregheria Grottoes of awareness, resounding with the crystal sound... Of sweet pure voices singing there, waiting to be found. Innocence in its varied guises, displayed for pristine divine pleasure... In all its varied permutations, images that ancient Goddess treasures! Gentle Stregan generation, survivors of the darker times... Still practice careful majik sendings, reciting arcane power rhymes. Listen as the little ones, chosen on their birthing beds... Sing the ancient melodies, repeating what the Goddess said. Oh Mother in your lofty aerie, receive this offering from our hearts... We seek your blessed intervention, we claim the knowlege you impart. Remember ancient Calabria, when her forests reigned supreme?... Before your teachings were perverted, before misguided papal schemes? Long before Arcadians, came slinking to our shores... We remember sacred Mother, the knowlege that you taught before. Both sides of majik doth require, that the Goddess and her lover... Once again unite together, in hopes your faithful can discover... Forgotten power once obtained... Rites once lost... .. must be regained. Rise again and walk among us, look again upon our faces... Renounce the slumber of the ancients, reclaim all your holy places. Too long mankind has forgotten, the awful price your wrath exacts... Too long since your sorrow claimed you, time now for you to react. Pillars of creation groan, as dear hallowed Mother wakens... Too long since her teachings prospered, long ago she was forsakened... Now her time comes 'round again... Free at last... .. no longer chained. Fearsome mother of Diana, we seek your blessing once again... Gathered here upon the Sabbat, chanting your sacrosanct refrain. © June, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

Famulus	Jun 19, 2008, 09:35 PM
	HAVE I TOLD YOU I LIKE YOUR PROFILE PAGE. IF NOT. I LOVE IT. (YOUR EXPERIENCING THE FAMULUS NETWORK)

DaveDoom51	Jun 17, 2008, 04:31 PM
	Here is a pretty video....outdated, .....but so am I lol Hope you enjoy!

DaveDoom51	Jun 11, 2008, 01:04 PM
	Here is my latest....how similar things all are in the end...it is truly ironic.....all we do is pick our own master!! I hope you enjoy! Daemon-Hound Panting from extreme exertion...further survival is far from certain. Devil's spawn now close behind her...she wonders how the hell he finds her. Sanctuary far away, chances slim in that direction... Hell-hound baying in the distance, her weapons offer scant protection. Once again she finds her rhythm,striving for life's preservation... Slipping, sliding in her flight...frantic in her desperation. She doesn't notice in her haste, the drop of blood she leaves behind... Precious nectar betrays her passage, a scent unique to human-kind. Such carelessness not tolerated, by the elders of her clan... Lapses are so often fatal, the result is often death...unplanned. Stygian landscape offends her senses, still she strives for distance from... This unholy creature tracking her, she knows the worst is yet to come. Meantime in the misty distance, night-mare hound has found her spoor... Succulent blood-scent sets him snapping, his dripping jaws demanding more. Pissing in insane excitement, tail tightly tucked around his balls... Baying his obscene enchantment, he listens to foul nature's call. He tastes the blood upon the ground, yearning for complete fulfillment... His frenzied brain relays the message, only blood will bring contentment. Relentless in his fell pursuit, cruel death it takes to calm this brute. Only then can he return, with her stolen soul to burn. As she approaches lower ground, approaches understanding's calm... It seems as if her cares have fled, as if her soul has been embalmed. Surely she could make her stand here, make her final dance resound... Show that she is not defeated, make this the place she kills the hound. As if her very thoughts have brought him, conjured from her fevered dreams... Beast makes his awful presence known, with daemon sounds and nightmare screams. She stands alone; tall and defiant, slowly she unsheaths her blade... Mind racing as she sets herself, relieved now...her decisions made. As if no distance seperates them, as if his sight were magnified... He sees the pulse within her throat, dark wishes he will satisfy. A coughing snarl escapes his lips, as he leaps to sate his hunger... Quick as thought he is upon her, he is fast but she is younger. He feels a burning deep inside him, as his teeth lock on her throat... The blood that fills his mouth is tasteless, all sensation seems remote. Thoughts of his master's retribution, fill his mind as he is dying... Last sound he hears upon this plane, the sound of gentle maiden crying. Pinned beneath the reeking carcass, her life-blood seeps into the earth... Gore-crows gather all about her, to feed on carnage she has birthed. Yet she is happy for she knows, it is her soul that she has saved... Mortal death a price worth paying, courageous souls are not enslaved. At the moment of her death, even as she draws her final breath... The goddess whispers in her ear, daughter...I will keep you near. © June, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

icus_daem	Jun 7, 2008, 07:51 PM
	hello zoe, thank you for the pic you sent me. very nice. i will find something to send you soon, hope all is well.

Famulus	Jun 1, 2008, 11:16 AM
	NICE TO SEE YOU. THANKS FOR THE PIC. I LIKE ROCKING CHAIRS.

DaveDoom51	May 31, 2008, 07:10 PM
	Hey, Zoe....I love the image you sent !!! Hehehehe looks like some of the girls I used to date many years ago...always good to hear from you, you have a great weekend !

DaveDoom51	May 31, 2008, 05:30 AM
	Have ya ever wondered what that Catholic Nun who works as a nurse in the hospital did for entertainment???? Well here is one I dredged out of the depths of my imagination...heheheh....I hope you enjoy the latest!! Black Onyx A time to hear and to obey... Commanding beauty she doth convey... Angel of mercy so dark and vicious--- Power abused...but the blood's delicious. Approaching the bed that just arrived.. She feels a stirring from deep inside. His wide eyes beg her for escape... From his pain...infernal plans taking shape. An injection to increase his hurting--- She licks his skin before inserting... A monstrous needle in his vein--- Time for her evil games again. Hell's half-sister of creation shines... Through rough vessels, at such times. Agony birthed so hot with-in him, No succor by this harlot...given. Chanting and awful acts conspire.... To bring about what she desires. Death and cold destruction reign... Soon only death's release remains. Laying naked upon the bed beside him... Her body alive, with wild...anticipation. Foul ritual now demands completion... A bath for her, in death's secretions. Adding spice to her deprivation... His agony fueling her desperation... She reaches blessed culmination... Better than pious masturbation. Groaning marks her soul's release... Imagined outrage of parish preists... Should they learn of secret rites.. Performed by her on duty nights! Adjusting garments, tying laces... Bathing him to remove all traces... Of her night's perverse attraction... Removing signs of her satisfaction. Soon...another she shall use... Another corpse she can abuse. © May, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved Lovingly dedicated to Dawn and Tashina....my two true "Angels of Mercy"...Thank You !! ~DaveDoom51

DaveDoom51	May 29, 2008, 04:10 AM
	Great!!! I am glad to hear it Here is another then lol Daemon Mass Gasping she awakens, burning eyes are with her still--- Treacherous shadows all around her, infernal actions to fulfill. Perspiration beads upon her brow, surely dreams cannot be real--- Recalling with awful clarity, what her dreaming did reveal. Something now inside of her, a restlessness it seems--- Desiring dread fulfillment, now urging her to scream. The mirror on her dresser, patiently beckons her to gaze--- Upon the inner workings, offering solutions to the maze. Resisting this temptation, sliding lower in the bed... Why must the night torment her, demented voices screaming in her head. Such clarity un-nerves her, startling visions somehow require--- Actions totally unfamiliar, evil excesses to quench this foul desire. Shivering in anticipation, is that excitment that she feels--- Delicious quivering in her loins, guilty pleasure she conceals? Remembrance replaces reality, within her room this night--- Who knew such awful wicked thoughts, could engender such delight Lost in thoughts of cruelty, fevered brain is now consumed--- With luscious thoughts of her fulfillment, carnal depredations are resumed. Casting aside her blankets, she finds herself upon her feet--- Shrugging off her night-dress, last vestige of her sanity gleefully retreats. Writhing to the harmony, of ancient chanting masses--- Stretching towards the heavens, hands making forgotten arcane passes. Gliding easily across the floor, inviting mirror looms--- Peering into the mirror's depths, discerning evil daemon runes. Contemplation interrupted, visions of forgotten lands--- Innocent finds a jeweled dagger, clutched in her sweating hands. Un-seen mouths caress her breasts, breath rasping in her throat--- Moisture gathers on her nether lips, she hears the daemon gloat. Passion burning in her soul, thoughts losing all importance--- Muscles jerking in her thighs, delightful physical ascendance. Moaning her acceptance, she thrusts against the heat--- Daemon's organ fully fills her, satisfaction almost complete. She drags the blade across her throat....orgasm flooding through her--- Blood gushes, heartbeat weakens....mirror's visions become a blur. © December, 2007 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

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