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    A kids book titled "Don't run I have candy!" Great Cover picture of book is Cthulhu coming out of the ocean with giant lollipops in hand. A beach full of terrified children run screaming away from Cthulhu

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    A Blueray disc box. Cover is a group of old men in a bedroom with Donald Trump. Title "LEMON PARTY" "Digitally Remastered"
    The burning sweat of poison tears The river flowing red with blood The cradle-robbing hand of death Caresses every dreaming head Waiting for the marriage hearse To take you to the funeral pyre So you burn the family tree The generations burning higher Stand inside the temple As the book of Thel is opening The priestess stands before you Offering her hand out, rising Come the dawning of the dead In famine and in war Now the harlot womb of death Spits out its rotten core By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes And when sleep takes you tonight Will you wake to see the light? Come the dawning of the dead Come the dawning of the dead Come the dawning of the dead Come the dawning of the dead What demon hath formed this abominable void This soul-shuddering vacuum? Some said it is Urizen But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret The dark power hid
    Darth Vader, standing in the middle of a room of futuristic star wars medical equipment, exam table, hands raised in anger, using the force to break equipment breaking, electircial sparks, smoke, screaming "CIIVVVIIITAIIIIIIII!!!!!!I!!!!!!"
    I also stood in Satan’s bosom & beheld its desolatons: A ruin’d Man, a ruin’d building of God not made with hands; Its plains of burning sand, its mountains of marble terrible; Its pits & declivities flowing with molten ore & fountains Of pitch & nitre; its ruin’d palaces & cities & mighty works; Its furnaces of affliction, in which his Angels & Emanations Labour with blacken’d visages among its stupendous ruins, Arches & pyramids & porches, colonnades & domes, In which dwells Mystery, Babylon; here is her secret place; From hence she comes forth on the Churches in delight; Here is her Cup fill’d with its poisons, in these horrid vales, And here her scarlet Veil woven in pestilence & war; Here is Jerusalem bound in chains, in the Dens of Babylon.
    Mr Rogers, wearing a red sweater, slacks, loafers, attacking a large city, crushing buildings throwing cars, electric breath. Being attacked by tanks and fighter jets
    Seven deadly sins Seven ways to win Seven holy paths to hell, ha, ha, ha Seven downward slopes Seven bloodied hopes Seven are your burning fires Seven your desires
    Sing me a song, you're a singer Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil The Devil is never a maker The less that you give, you're a taker So, it's on and on and on It's Heaven and Hell Oh, well, yeah The lover of life's not a sinner The ending is just a beginnin' The closer you get to the meaning The sooner you'll know that you're dreaming So, it's on and on and on Oh, it's on and on and on It goes on and on and on Heaven and Hell, I can tell Fool, fool Well, if it seems to be real, it's illusion For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life Love can be seen as the answer But nobody bleeds for the dancer And it's on and on, on and on and on And on and on and on and on and on... They say that life's a carousel Spinning fast, you gotta ride it well The world is full of Kings and Queens Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams It's Heaven and Hell, oh well And they'll tell you black is really white The moon is just the sun at night And when you walk in golden halls You get to keep the gold that falls It's Heaven and Hell, oh no Fool, fool You've got to bleed for the dancer Fool, fool Look for the answer Fool, fool, fool
    A hundred confused monkeys standing a round a large broken computer wearing shirts and hats that say "Civitai Maintenance"
    I also stood in Satan’s bosom & beheld its desolatons: A ruin’d Man, a ruin’d building of God not made with hands; Its plains of burning sand, its mountains of marble terrible; Its pits & declivities flowing with molten ore & fountains Of pitch & nitre; its ruin’d palaces & cities & mighty works; Its furnaces of affliction, in which his Angels & Emanations Labour with blacken’d visages among its stupendous ruins, Arches & pyramids & porches, colonnades & domes, In which dwells Mystery, Babylon; here is her secret place; From hence she comes forth on the Churches in delight; Here is her Cup fill’d with its poisons, in these horrid vales, And here her scarlet Veil woven in pestilence & war; Here is Jerusalem bound in chains, in the Dens of Babylon.
    Cute, adorable. baby cthulhu, playing on an island devouring his followers, very happy
    She came to me with a serpent's kiss As the Eye of the Sun rose on her lips Moonlight catches silver tears I cry So we lay in a black embrace And the seed is sown in a holy place And I watched, and I waited for the dawn
    The burning sweat of poison tears The river flowing red with blood The cradle-robbing hand of death Caresses every dreaming head Waiting for the marriage hearse To take you to the funeral pyre So you burn the family tree The generations burning higher Stand inside the temple As the book of Thel is opening The priestess stands before you Offering her hand out, rising Come the dawning of the dead In famine and in war Now the harlot womb of death Spits out its rotten core By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes And when sleep takes you tonight Will you wake to see the light? Come the dawning of the dead Come the dawning of the dead Come the dawning of the dead Come the dawning of the dead What demon hath formed this abominable void This soul-shuddering vacuum? Some said it is Urizen But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret The dark power hid
    Movie poster, image of an a large muscular man with a blonde crewcut, wearing a ripped button up shirt. Gun holsters, grenade belt. A giant machine gun in both hands. Smoking a cigar. Title "McBain" credits on bottom
    Mr Rogers, wearing a red sweater, slacks, loafers, attacking a large city, crushing buildings throwing cars, electric breath. Being attacked by tanks and fighter jets
    A child's golden book title "Snacks stop running!" Cover of book is Cthulhu chasing terrified children across a beach
    A vintage romance novel. Cover is a group of old men in a bedroom with Donald Trump. Title of book "LEMON PARTY"
    A pulp romance novel, Cover is a man with a mustache wearing a suit an tie in a public restroom stall. Looking down at the gloryhole. Title "Brent can't fit in the Gloryhole..." Subtitle "...that's why we all like Brent!
    Movie poster, image of an old man standing on his front lawn getting hit in groin by American football Title "Man Getting Hit by Football"
    Two women in ancient temple, mythic, mysterious, forbidden, lying on an altar, She came to me with a serpent's kiss As the Eye of the Sun rose on her lips Moonlight catches silver tears I cry So we lay in a black embrace And the seed is sown in a holy place And I watched, and I waited for the dawn
    We're a ship without a storm Cold without the warm Light inside the darkness lit at peace We're a laugh without a tear Hope without the fear We are coming home We're off to the witch We may never never never come home But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime We're all born upon the cross We're the throw before the toss You can release yourself but the only way is down We don't come alone We are fire we are stone We're the hand that writes and quickly moves away We'll know for the first time If we're evil or divine We're the last in line, yeah We're the last in line Two eyes from the east It's the angel of the beast And the answer lies between all good and bad We search for the truth We could die upon the tooth But the thrill of just the chase is worth the pain We'll know for the first time If we're evil or divine We're the last in line yeah We're the last in line oh Yeah We're off to the witch We may never never never come home But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime We're all born upon the cross You know, we're the throw before the toss You can release yourself but the only way is down We'll know for the first time If we're evil or divine We're the last in line oh We're the last in line See how we shine We're the last in We're the last in line We're a ship without a storm We're cold inside the warm We're the last without a tear We're the throw without the meal We're the last in line See how we shine We're the last in line
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