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Tue 21 Feb, 2006 01:38 pm
Right there with ya Shewolf!
OK Coagula, what religion or sect are you hawking?
Or you could always hang out with Heeven. I'm a middle o' the road gal!
Yawn. Wake me when it's over.
Hell has all the best musicians and hottest women.
Facts:
If you're a bad little boy or girl, Santa will bring you coal.
Ninjas are mammals.
Hes a Master in the Great White Christian Brothrthood
I hope Solve et Coagula hasn't made the Supra Anti-Heaven gaffe, and chosen the wrong God!!
Boy, won't HE be surprised!
Everyone thinks they have the right God.
Why should Coagula be an exception.
If all the Gods are right then everyone will go to heaven and hell.
I think it's a time sharing deal; with different tour packages, especially of Hell.
I think I'm going to sign up for Level 7. I heard the Minotaur is a wonderful guide and the place is nose heaven.
Better reread Aligheri. Forgot the best level...the one with the naked debauchery....?
them Italian anarchists really knew how to get it on.
For those of you who are interested in knowing what level of Hell you will end up end;
http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv
Take the test.
I knew that whole sex thing was gonna come back and bite me
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Quote:Second Level of Hell
You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate.
very high on the lustful thing
oh dear
Fifth Level of Hell
The river Styx runs through this level of Hell, and in it are punished the wrathful and the gloomy. The former are forever lashing out at each other in anger, furious and naked, tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. The latter are gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen, withdrawn from the world. Their lamentations bubble to the surface as they try to repeat a doleful hymn, though with unbroken words they cannot say it. Because you lived a cruel, vindictive and hateful life, you meet your fate in the Styx.
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Damn-- I almost got in Purgatory.
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