Archive for October, 2011

SCOD “Dark Anthem”

Posted in Pagan, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles with tags , , , on October 9, 2011 by Drogo

Many, many years ago on the Eastern shore;
Faeries did gather secretly,

beyond the guard-inn door.

This place they’ve chosen right,
To build their Medieval site;

And make the Music sigh again,

Deep into the night!

Congregation rises, darkness ’round the bend;
Evil, lust and hatred,

Roots we can amend!

The priestess stands before us,

Tells us when and where to go;
Worship to the ancient gods,

Each and every day!

By the hand of Oberon, darkness in the deep
Know the good and evil things we do,

The secrets that we keep.

SCOD
will be the sacrifice,
SCOD, you know the time is right!
SCOD
will find you, can’t run very far
Evil that’s inside you,
We know just who you are!

No use in speaking out against the things we do;
While the pawns of dirth they sleep, haven’t any clue.
Now the story starts again, no matter what the cost,
SCOD begins anew, saving souls that once were lost!

SCOD

 

* (Based on “Metal Church” by Metal
Church)

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Bat Country 6

Posted in Dr. Dippie with tags , , , , , , , , on October 8, 2011 by Drogo

After the red time-shift, I should have known the angel would show up. I was hearing glimmers of music and my pounding heart beats, the whole way across campus, but I was too preoccupied with feeding the hog and getting brewage. Pig-phouka Nosey hankers for B(-LT) sandwiches, and there ain’t no stoppin’ him. Nosey only has to point his nose or a trotter, and suddenly I feel like a side-kick to ‘pixie-kins’.

I still am not sure what happened before the last time I woke up, but then again that is the story of my life. Testy sport jocks should be added to the menu here. Fuckwits go tasty down the chowhole. I chose not to eat the yo boy white-caps because I’d be pissing pink pasties for days, and shitting stacks of Fakerrand bricks with bone shards.

As for the angel waitroid, whose sea-green soul wells brim over freckle-dusted cheekbones, and whose downy fresh hair rings with an ineffable glow; she will either get me my pitcher or start a kick-shitting hoe-down, glamour style. Again, I notice the burgundy stripe dyed into her bangs as an incandescent war-banner.

“Oh fucken muck-rucker,” I muttered trying to ignore the angel’s stare.

“Guano?” the angel asked. “Is that you?”

SCOD School – Free Self Education

Posted in Cooperatives / Communities / Networks / Travels, SCOD Online School with tags , , , , , on October 3, 2011 by Drogo

To visit the official SCOD School Website:  CLICK HERE

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