Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire-
Tonight, Ashley from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air refuses to easily scare and burns up in her colonial home with a gown so white and perfect hair.
Sardo proves as fraudulent as his fake fucking vomit, and this trio fucked with the wrong interdimensional comet.
The spell of the second fright and an interdimensional fight.
These super glasses show black fucking masses!
Good Evening, Match Scratchers!
Welcome to CAMPFIRE SCARYTALES, where our campsite will affright till morning light.
"When midnight chimes, we both will meet,
Podcasting slick, sick tales to scare;
Master your fear, stoke dying heat--
Embrace the coal's glowing orange glare."
-Falsetto, No Mr. accent on the to.
If you once enjoyed, still enjoy or will enjoy henceforth, and in perpetuity, Nickelodeon's very own Are You Afraid of the Dark? broadcast that terrified tot and teen alike in the early 90's, then you will feel right at home on the forsaken rocks, atop the speaker's stone throne while occupying temporary, nocturnal space in this chillingly convenient clearing where fellow match scratchers meet to pour tales of terror upon an open flame. These terrifying testimonies are far from tame, the most unnerving, unsettling and upsetting scarytale wins the game and striking matches, along with striking deeply into your core fear gland, proves their aim. If you're soon too frightened or anxious to sleep, if you intend to scream but can nary muster a peep, if your once spry movements retard to a lumbering creep, in becoming a slave to your fears, you have but yourself to blame.
Between midnight and first light we meet, our appetites prepped for delicious tales of fright, in your own unease, crawling skin, tingled spine and sweaty brow we take delight, it will be hours before you can see anything beyond our proximal campfire light, our weekly night light, we cleared, constructed and consecrated this campsite, in our Match Scratch Society we revel in delight, it is both our sacred and unholy duty to, your fears, incite, this cold cord of wood ignite--your amygdala affright, if, by some miraculous design, you survive the scarytale of the night, then it is your solemn Campfire Scarytale duty to find your Match Scratcher ass back to this haunted hollow with your own flashlight!
Today, you are tricked or treated, depending on your point of voodoo with our tenth submission tale of terror. Between midnight and first light, strike a match and, a new batch of dismaying, fears and anxieties not allaying, tales hatch; the goal is to, the last told tale, outmatch and leave the loser, to the victor, begging for a rematch…with that Match Scratchers, sleep deeply and remember to, your bedroom window, latch.
Podcasted for the Auditory Approval of the Match Scratch Society, we whisper, through the mic, our fireside submission, sometime between midnight and first light of Campfire Scarytales: Submission 10: Super Quick, Silver Spectacle Society--Dimension in Contention/Suffer April's Fool (Black Basketball and White Chalk on the Wall); (Silver Mistake, Sardo's the Fake); (Quicksilver/Super Specs)
Until next time, Match Scratchers!
Remember, only you can prevent forest fires, call out Campfire Scarytale imposters and disloyal match scratcher liars!
F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Ups)
Home is the 9th episode of Season 1 of Supernatural. It aired on November 15, 2005.
Now and Then is a 1995 American film directed by Lesli Linka Glatter. The plot follows four women who recount a pivotal summer they shared together as adolescents in 1970.
"The only prescription is more cowbell." Christopher Walken from SNL.
(Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Surrender, courtesy of the artist, Asher Fulero, with a medley of sound effects added for, you guessed it, effect.
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By Falsetto ProphetLike Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire-
Tonight, Ashley from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air refuses to easily scare and burns up in her colonial home with a gown so white and perfect hair.
Sardo proves as fraudulent as his fake fucking vomit, and this trio fucked with the wrong interdimensional comet.
The spell of the second fright and an interdimensional fight.
These super glasses show black fucking masses!
Good Evening, Match Scratchers!
Welcome to CAMPFIRE SCARYTALES, where our campsite will affright till morning light.
"When midnight chimes, we both will meet,
Podcasting slick, sick tales to scare;
Master your fear, stoke dying heat--
Embrace the coal's glowing orange glare."
-Falsetto, No Mr. accent on the to.
If you once enjoyed, still enjoy or will enjoy henceforth, and in perpetuity, Nickelodeon's very own Are You Afraid of the Dark? broadcast that terrified tot and teen alike in the early 90's, then you will feel right at home on the forsaken rocks, atop the speaker's stone throne while occupying temporary, nocturnal space in this chillingly convenient clearing where fellow match scratchers meet to pour tales of terror upon an open flame. These terrifying testimonies are far from tame, the most unnerving, unsettling and upsetting scarytale wins the game and striking matches, along with striking deeply into your core fear gland, proves their aim. If you're soon too frightened or anxious to sleep, if you intend to scream but can nary muster a peep, if your once spry movements retard to a lumbering creep, in becoming a slave to your fears, you have but yourself to blame.
Between midnight and first light we meet, our appetites prepped for delicious tales of fright, in your own unease, crawling skin, tingled spine and sweaty brow we take delight, it will be hours before you can see anything beyond our proximal campfire light, our weekly night light, we cleared, constructed and consecrated this campsite, in our Match Scratch Society we revel in delight, it is both our sacred and unholy duty to, your fears, incite, this cold cord of wood ignite--your amygdala affright, if, by some miraculous design, you survive the scarytale of the night, then it is your solemn Campfire Scarytale duty to find your Match Scratcher ass back to this haunted hollow with your own flashlight!
Today, you are tricked or treated, depending on your point of voodoo with our tenth submission tale of terror. Between midnight and first light, strike a match and, a new batch of dismaying, fears and anxieties not allaying, tales hatch; the goal is to, the last told tale, outmatch and leave the loser, to the victor, begging for a rematch…with that Match Scratchers, sleep deeply and remember to, your bedroom window, latch.
Podcasted for the Auditory Approval of the Match Scratch Society, we whisper, through the mic, our fireside submission, sometime between midnight and first light of Campfire Scarytales: Submission 10: Super Quick, Silver Spectacle Society--Dimension in Contention/Suffer April's Fool (Black Basketball and White Chalk on the Wall); (Silver Mistake, Sardo's the Fake); (Quicksilver/Super Specs)
Until next time, Match Scratchers!
Remember, only you can prevent forest fires, call out Campfire Scarytale imposters and disloyal match scratcher liars!
F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Ups)
Home is the 9th episode of Season 1 of Supernatural. It aired on November 15, 2005.
Now and Then is a 1995 American film directed by Lesli Linka Glatter. The plot follows four women who recount a pivotal summer they shared together as adolescents in 1970.
"The only prescription is more cowbell." Christopher Walken from SNL.
(Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Surrender, courtesy of the artist, Asher Fulero, with a medley of sound effects added for, you guessed it, effect.