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no pics, no mothman tattoos....
As the hour of destiny draws nigh, there was a disturbing (yet soothing) pulsing in the upper atmosphere along the coastline last evening. Mrs. Pointbass gathered the family pets close to her bosum in a protective gesture, their animal instincts recognizing a seismic shift of the auditory range below 40hz. The dogs began a low howl of approval as the power of "M" began to emanate from a southern direction .... Mrs. Pointbass' eyes rolled slightly back in their sockets, just a touch of saliva escaping from her slightly parted lips.
As the eldest member of the 25, I had no fear. I have seen the obscure and obscene details of a lifetime of low end production. I have had intimate relations with a one armed woman wearing an eye patch. I have performed on stage wearing nothing but a jock strap and an NFL jersey. I have regurgitated for three straight days after consuming a 5th of Southern Comfort. I have awaken in the back of a van lying on top of a Hammond B3 with my junk exposed and a greasy application around my anus. I have smoked rat poison sprinkled on top of oregano.
It is my belief that "M" recognizes my level of shame and depravity, and that realization is disconcerting. "M" is looking for a fresh soul to invade, something still innocent yet seeking to be controlled. It is likely that "M" was issuing a warning this past evening, in effect stating:
"I will be the one to choose from the 25, do not interfere with my process! Do not present ME with an old, damaged vessel .... it will be MY selection, MY decision, MY glorious rising!!!"
I feel that I may not be the chosen one, but if fate intervenes and "M" comes to me, the battle just might be .... deadly ....
I have been wrought with sorrow and shame (yes, shame!) since the inception of this fools journey, and all of the Mothman 25 should be, as well ....
When the Mothman decided that its earthly vessel was spent and a new vessel was needed, the earths balance began to tilt. Sure, at first it was only directed at our Brother Sonny, and mostly because he had brought a newborn life to the attention of the Mothman ... I'm sure the Mothman was expecting to occupy the pristine purity of the newborn's shell, but fortunately, our Brother Sonny laid some major funk beatdown on the Mothman and forced the vessel search to continue. The conflict was so severe that Mother Brother Sonny was enlisted to absorb the blows alongside her off-spring and was hospitalized (our prayers go out to Mother Brother Sonny for an excellent recovery)
Now, although it is known who the new vessel will be, the Mothman is currently in purgatory (non-Catholics can look it up) and look at what has happened
Earthquakes![]()
Tsunami's![]()
Radiation leaks![]()
Dunkin Donuts burned the coffee![]()
My baby dog had a cling-on after her morning business today![]()
Even the ultimate hotness of the High Priestess wasn't enough to forestall this unholy disaster ..... the Mothman must be satiated and, on behalf of the 25, the Legion, and all of humanity, I'm begging EBK to allow the demonic infiltration of the Mothman into his young, vital soul.
The battle WILL be epic and, like other martyrs before him, EBK will likely lose his sanity .... it will be no different than David v Goliath, Custer's last stand, the Giants getting smacked by the Eagles, or Gary Busey's endocrine system ...
This is not the time for the 25 to cower in a corner, or for the Legion to turn their backs on EBK .... humanity needs all hands on deck ....![]()
30 POUNDS?!?!?!?!?
On a better note, it seems that Jens Ritter himself will be attending the DC area GTG this June. If the Lord of Moths will be done, He and Jens shall meet. (INSERT INSANE PHOTO OP HERE>>). I will inform the soon doomed Mr. Ritter that the Lord commands that he become its rightful guardian in exchange for the blood sacrifice of just one of his mortal creations to the hands of the Lords current protector.

returns to West Virginia!!