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Post by Aish on Jun 18, 2005 3:58:47 GMT -5
Peace unto you, penumbra, searching... ensconced in eternity, breathing terra firma, I long and ingest satin tears, erasable fears, tangents long... ravensblood and fathoms deep. Mark this night, bowed down and scandelous, in reverance; awe. Treasonous shudders give me away, trappings of where I bow, and serve... honestly searching, serving. Escape from the duality of reason, wax fire, cooling and forming dark violet rivers. Ibis wings, and ivory bring sanctity - astarte whispers her long overdue spell... zealot! Sanguinary lips and bands...
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jun 20, 2005 23:50:14 GMT -5
what crazy diction you have..
i couldnt pull that off if i was sober and had a thesaurus in hand AND my life depended on it!
how do you say "penumbra"?
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Post by Aish on Jun 22, 2005 14:05:43 GMT -5
Mwuhahahahhaha! That made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside :-)
pe num bruh
*hint sent*
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Post by DarkCloud on Jun 30, 2005 17:22:28 GMT -5
Greetings!
I bow to you highness...
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