Hislittleangel #fundie

Hislittleangel #fundie waroftheangels.org

I wake up with bruises all the time. Not just wee ones...but large black ones on my arms...as if someone had grabbed me and held me down. And large black ones on my legs....the size of golf balls.

On monday...I got a terrible sunburn....and since then....I have been in agony because these evil creatures are poking at my burn. It feels like they are poking big needles into my back and then proceed to grind it in. I have never had that experience with a burn before....I know its them...Im sure they love seeing me wince and shudder with the pain.

Dont think they can touch you? Dont think they can do things to you in your sleep? Think again.

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old comment by Jezebel's Evil Sister

Hmm? "They" never bother me. Now, that's probably because I'm not bat-shit insane. But it could also be because I'm 100% sin-free!
A sin is something considered offensive to a deity or religious doctrine. Since I don't believe in either, I cannot commit a sin (bad acts and crimes are a different matter). Example: If I were an Orthodox Jew, I'd be committing a sin by eating pork or shellfish; as I am not an Orthodox Jew, I do not sin when I dine on pig or shrimp. So, my advice to hislittleidiot is to throw away your bible and renounce christinsanity so that the evil creatures will leave you alone (just as they leave all of us agnostics, atheists and other sane people alone). Once you get over your xian-induced paranoia and false sense of guilt, you'll sleep much better. Oh yeah, you should also see a doctor, preferably a psychiatrist.

old comment by Papabear

"I wake up with bruises all the time. Not just wee ones...but large black ones on my arms...as if someone had grabbed me and held me down. And large black ones on my legs....the size of golf balls."
Time to pick a more considerate lover. "On monday...I got a terrible sunburn" Not being very careful with "God's temple," are you? "....and since then....I have been in agony because these evil creatures are poking at my burn. It feels like they are poking big needles into my back and then proceed to grind it in." Hmmm. That sounds bad. I guess that's what you get when you have a sunburn and eat Dorritos in bed. "I have never had that experience with a burn before....I know its them...Im sure they love seeing me wince and shudder with the pain." Hey, some people would pay good money to see you wince and shudder with pain. Maybe you should sell tickets. "Dont think they can touch you?" Nope. "They" are all in your imagination. "They" can't touch anyone. "Dont think they can do things to you in your sleep? Think again." OK, I've thought about it again. I still think that "they" are hallucinations of your Xianity-contaminated mind, but I also think you're a fool.

old comment by CousinTed

This isn't Demons at all!
This is DIAMOND DOGS! "As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Tod Browning's freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch Just another future song, lonely little kitsch (There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow Call them the Diamond Dogs Dogs Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo Call them the Diamond Dogs Keep cool Diamond Dogs rule, OK Hey-hey-hey-hey Beware of the Diamond Dogs Beware of the Diamond Dogs Beware of the Diamond Dogs Beware of the Diamond Dogs Beware of the Diamond Dogs"

Hislittleangel #fundie waroftheangels.org

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