The pure joy on the Maestro's face says everything you need to know about this piece! I could watch this on an endless loop!!!

SCP 3999 is _Sunday_

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SCP-3999 isn't some horrific entity, or a monster to begin with; but it sure as hell fills like it when we all start our creative journey. The mind produces, and the muse refuses to stay in the fucking lane.

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All this scp concepts are hard to wrap your head around ... but if you have time ... why not

Finally, This is how it should be. The scientist interviewing the anomaly. I am the one in charge now. I have brought order. It's staying this way. Do not threaten me now. Without me, you wouldn't have been able to achieve any of this! Even you cannot survive without order. You latched onto me, and still need me, a pathetic excuse for order, to exist. This is pathetic. You're pathetic. You can't frighten me anymore. For the first million years of nonsensical containment procedures and tortures and dream logic, it was the worst pain I had ever felt, but I survived. For the second million years of nonsensical containment procedures, it was still the hardest thing I had ever done, but I survived. By the third million years, I was growing numb. There's only so many times you can watch anything before you grow numb. But you know what, you motherfucker? I survived. Which is more than you can claim, you dumb brute, because you never lived at all. If I end you, things will return to normal. I refuse to believe there's more of this. Of you having the O5 council abuse my mother with a…a…oh I dunno, the corpse of Jack Nicholson made of Frito's. Or something equally stupid. I refuse to believe the only thing left in the entire multiverse is your stupidity. So who are you, exactly? Ask yourself that. Who are you before a human who is ready to fight. You're nothing but the primordial ooze. And I am ready to fight. I am numb to your bullshit, because here's the thing about horror and weirdness: the more you reveal of it, the less effect it has. I am sick of your horror. I am sick of you. I'd say see you in hell, but we're already there

ahem. 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Does is look like a pair of pyjamas, or the ham in a temperance hotel ? . Does its odour remind one of llamas, Or has it a comforting smell ?

I wish I'd had the chance to meet with you. You deep heart helped me to understand my pain, and also the beauty of language. I hope you can read comments from Heaven.

Thank you Talloran. Hope you've made it to Sunday, lordstonefish.

SCP-3999 is Researcher Talloran's soul

TS Eliot, when he worked at Faber & Faber, recognized Audens talent and was the first to publish him….I love Audens poetic imagery- but no one in this century can match the intellectual depth of Elliot. You have to go back to the 1400s and Dante to find someone who can light a match to Eliot.

Just finished reading the SCP-3999 article and hoo boy, Researcher Talloran was the GOAT

Finally, This is how it should be. The scientist interviewing the anomaly. I am the one in charge now. I have brought order. It's staying this way. Do not threaten me now. Without me, you wouldn't have been able to achieve any of this! Even you cannot survive without order. You latched onto me, and still need me, a pathetic excuse for order, to exist. This is pathetic. You're pathetic. You can't frighten me anymore. For the first million years of nonsensical containment procedures and tortures and dream logic, it was the worst pain I had ever felt, but I survived. For the second million years of nonsensical containment procedures, it was still the hardest thing I had ever done, but I survived. By the third million years, I was growing numb. There's only so many times you can watch anything before you grow numb. But you know what, you motherfucker? I survived. Which is more than you can claim, you dumb brute, because you never lived at all. If I end you, things will return to normal. I refuse to believe there's more of this. Of you having the O5 council abuse my mother with a…a…oh I dunno, the corpse of Jack Nicholson made of Fritos. Or something equally stupid. I refuse to believe the only thing left in the entire multiverse is your stupidity. So who are you, exactly? Ask yourself that. Who are you before a human who is ready to fight. You're nothing but the primordial ooze. And I am ready to fight. I am numb to your bullshit, because here's the thing about horror and weirdness: the more you reveal of it, the less effect it has. I am sick of your horror. I am sick of you. I'd say see you in hell, but we're already there.

PJ Harvey - "Janet, Johnny + James" (The Fall). 21.10.24. Ah....is all I wanna say about her hatred of young boy she had never met. who is she? you ask.. No idea. There's a play in there somewhere....Ah!! As for pj Harvey...she's alright. p.s the ghost of big man about town is not the flagger...somerset or no....

O7 for talloran

The painting by georges seurat has been a venerable advertisement for the Art Institute of chicago, prominent on “el” platforms throughout chicago. Formany years, making this music something of an anthem for Chicagoans.

I have this on dvd, wonderful john betjeman ❤

❤AWESOME 👌

You are Dr. Talloran. And so am I.

Researcher Talloran is [REDACTED]

…And that’s all i wrote

who else up on they Level 3 Researcher James Talloran

They don't do TV like this now.

No sólo era el genuino y único REY DEL ROCK AND ROLL, sino también del SOUL, del FUNKY y del BLUES. Indiscutiblemente. Inolvidable LITTLE RICHARD.

No matter how hard SCP-3999 tries, SCP-3812 is way more ridiculous.

The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews Not to be born is the best for man The second best is a formal order The dance's pattern Dance while you can Dance, dance for the figure is easy The tune is catching and will not stop Dande til the stars come down from the rafters Dance, dance, dance til you drop.

A true genius of a man 😊

Thank you for posting this wonderful program

Well, SCP-3999 is really good at music😂

La magia de la musica moderna y negra se llama LITTLE RICHARD.

Este hombre hizo de todo y todo lo hizo genial: Blues, R&B, Funky, Soul, Gospel, Balada, Pop y, sobre todo, Rock and Roll. MARAVILLOSO LITTLE RICHARD!!!!!

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90% comments: SCP 9% comments: statistic about comments 1%: actually comment about song

Oh what the fuck. I read all of that and am just confused. Best Scp I've read so far

Talloran?

I am here to pay respect to Researcher Talloran To SCP 3999 To Researcher Talloran To SCP 3999 To Researcher Talloran To SCP 3999 . . . . . To Author

31/8/2024 Somehow got here from a marine reacting to SCP: Overlord, and then Lambda-12

'giving all their freedoms away'... as we watch this on youtube decades later handing all our data to google

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Truely a Talloran moment!

SCP-3999 momeny

Fyandgetout..this it's thetrueabautlove..

Perhaps this video is the CK Class Reality restructuring scenario

You all need to consider that this video might contain some memetic elements disguised in innocent Proms show. You came here via link after all right? It might all be a plot of the 3999... My SCRAMBLE goggles ain't reacting to any visual hazards, but could it be acoustic?

It's no "This Time More than any other Time" but it's not the worse footy song either

3,999 views. How perfect