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Øystein Aarseth was prick.
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Hairy flesh impinges from all directions.
Somnambulistic ramble around the room huddle in a corner.
Giant pink fleshly worm wolf's head round the door.
Dark petalled sensitive plants scuttle over carpets.
Black statuettes animate square heads firestokers.
Skewer me in flame.
~Nightgaunts
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