demonoid_membership Mee Do any of you have a demonoid.com memership? I'd like to join but registration is closed unless you have an invitation code from a member. Can u help me? Pretty please? ;) 070124 ... . What a nice poem. Truly one of the finest blathes yet. Way to go! 070124 ... sab if demons is a club, is it only demons who can join? what do they use for membership fees? souls are too easy and besides not all demons collect souls what do they do at meetings? do they have secret handshakes and passwords? whats the inititation rituals like? will noone help the demons' son? 070124 ... send me an email and i will send you and ivite. 070124 ... send me this time for real. 070124 ... minnesota_chris most demons don't collect souls, because people give them away too easily. Most demons nowadays collect a single sock. 070128 ... sab BASTARDS!!!! thats whats going on!!!!!! sheesh, i shoulda fricken known... i'll get my revenge. i'll start knickin their rocks 070128 ... olive its true about demons collecting socks. i have 15 friends who have had single socks snatched by demons, and with all our reason, we can only expect demons stole those socks. souls are no fun. but with socks you can make puppets, warm up a cold foot, keep a shoe from becoming smelly, and keep a page marked in a book. why, if i had the ability to steal from humans quite unknown, its not their souls i'd want to own, it would probably be their socks. 091206 ... Jurisprudence I thought he was an angel. How else did he charm me, again and again? My eyes saw a life in ahead time, My ears played tricks on me, Tickling with whispered endearments of love And I slept, wrapped in the arms of a dream. Imagine my shock and crumbling insides When I sorted laundry and came up with missing socks. At first is was only two lonely un-pairs and I excused their presence, Attributed them to days before my angel found me. Shock and wrenching stomach returned again but with hot face and prickled skin along my arms! A third un-pair presented, Proof my angel was indeed sacrificing socks to demons- The thrill did not belong to us after all but had been conjured. Now when we come together in passioned heat, As we cling together in sweated sleep, I swear I hear the gurgles and snorts of those sock demons And I crumble a bit more. 091206 what's it to you? who go blather from