"Which is not dead may eternal lie,
With stranger eons even death may die" -- H.P. Lovecraft, "Call of Cthulhu"
I fell asleep about 5 PM and what came from the sleep was the nightmares as I knew they were going to be because of the article that I had read about what was found in Noble, Georgia. In the night where I was asleep the dreams that came out of this was in the graphic detail in the thoughts as they are written here. Where it is written about the case in Georgia that it is came to the thoughts among the horror as it is there; where it comes as the fears of what remains in the back of the mind of the horrors as they are written in the back of the mind. When the horrors come in the night; the waking hours are where it remains strained stretched to the mind as it is there among the horrors descending. Nor they can see where it is written among the pages over time where one looks at the pages that are kept in journals in the sense of the horror that is expressed as such where one sees the 200 corpses and the fields of bones where it would remain. Where it stands in the night which it is written of the funeral rite the nightmares as they are written reflect the thoughts among the funeral rite. Where it is written among the pages after the sleep and rest but it comes from the tormented prose in the sorts. The description of sorts as one writes out the dream as one sleeps the horrors come and go but when it is written and on the pages. In the written of narrative from the night before one can only come from the nightmarish broadcast; the nightmares from in the mind become pages as they are written out onto a page of a journal. In the nightmarish display the horror as it is among the pages as it is looking back at one in the journal. I knew where it is written in the mind as it is the torment of knowing . In the thoughts that are there even when it is written upon the pages and the thoughts of the unwritten are remaining to be among the written. Even as I am taking into the words of this narrative I still hear them on the news talking about about the macabre discovery. Of the graphic vision as it remains among the morbidly real thought as one sees that everything inside the mind is not imagined here when one sees the bodies of the dead. When we know it is true among the horrors of the night appear during the light of day; when it goes without event of the nature in the sense where it is not to be written but in the mind it is there. Words among the pages as they are being studied from the articles; as it turns from the bizarre to the more disturbing. It comes in the night where while the rest sleep and the horrors as they are the field of the dead. Where it comes among the thoughts where the dreams are so vast descending from the horror as it remains. As it is in the writings being in the sense where I have to record the details of the dream as it is in the horror playing out, where the exhaustion is in the mind while one is slipping between the awake and the asleep. Where I stare at this page barely awake; but it is while I am barely awake where I take into the narrative. It comes from the pending thoughts as the tormenting remains. Noble, Georgia, is the setting of a story that is one horror tale that does not need to be written but for the nightmares that come from them are the things that are written. This where I find myself falling asleep in the state where in sleep the nightmares as they are foreboding; the lumbering darkness which is seen in the mind as one looks at the articles and clippings of the grotesque deeds of them disposing of the corpses in the way as they are describing them. Where it comes of the innocence that was never present in the south from the slavery of the 19th century to the macabre discovery of 2002. Where everything in the south comes to full disturbing circle; where it comes where they preach on the thoughts of the pure and the lovely where the dreams of the perverse remain. Blood and decay are the ever present remains of the dead which supposed to be cremated only to just be thrown aside to rot. 15 years of rot where it remains, blacker where the horrors come deeper, descending. In the preachers eyes when he is dreaming where the dead appear before him as the transcending. It comes among the horrors where it is written in the mind the nightmares in the sleep descending from the definitions of hell. In the postmortem as it remains that in the nightmare that stays in the left behind thoughts. Even when it stands in the nightmare as it is written the mind where it torments and the horrors in the lament are where they remain. Where in the mind as one writes the sleep that torments in the dreams are what drive me to write this page out as I am studying the entry from the prior night. From these torments as they are written the horrors in the mind as they staring back at the pages from the writers view. Where there is no bleeding upon death only being discarded and denied their dying wishes. Where they claim they had incinerated them at the wishes of the dead in truth they only discarded them. Where they will never say they had burned them and passed the urn to the families; the very horrors in the nightmares paint the thought in the mind, "Oh my mother fucking God!! How the fuck can they deny the wishes of the deceased? Where the nightmare is perceived the place of Noble, Georgia. Among the thoughts as the sleep brings one thing that the dreams depict the discovery of absolute horror. As it comes deeper into the mind where it descends into the depths of a tormented soul; time is what paints the morbid picture. Where it comes as I am writing this out my hands are trembling as I type across the keyboard because the thoughts which are there leave a deep chill within the sleep. Inside the display of madness; the denied cremation wishes of the dead remained time is where it tells them that they are thrown aside and put off to decay. It comes as a tormenting dream where one will never find their peace of mind. In the peace of mind the sin and abominations horror is seen among the shadowed thoughts painted into the mind with the surgical tools carving the picture into the nightmares. Inside the nightmares as it remains; the born again horrors brood among the thoughts as time paints the madness into the scars that the instruments induced within a tainted psyche. Tormenting in the thoughts descending in the eyes which are closer to the visions and implements of hell; saying where it is haunted in the sleep as it remains. Emotions as they stir and the strained thoughts from the nightmares as they are left in the memory. In the piles where the bodies are discarded the mental picture as it written; where in the nightmares as in the how in the mind where the person said the incinerator was broken but dumping them in the back of a cemetery for 15 years almost back another 15 years where they were doing this. It appeared in a mental picture as I had the dream was that being similar to how they piled people into a 90 foot doll and burned them alive. From the thoughts as they became horrid I found myself awaking almost 13 hours later, knowing that the horror stood alone in the nightmares as they are too frightening to relate. The peace of mind as it is there describing what was written of the dream being that still my hands shaken from the article I had in a paper. It came from the nervousness that came with the morbid dementia which is in the mind as one describes as such. It comes as the fevered thoughts being as such where one knows the nightmares being from the discovery of the inhumanly grotesque. Strained in the physical sense to the words where one tries to find the words about the nightmares that can be described as such where in the place they cannot keep the peace of mind.
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