nished... i win on acount of.... well lets not go there
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other than the fact he mine!...*coughs trying to find time to think of a way outta this her still being in her junkfood form*... can someone change me back... yer i could do it myself.... but weres the fun in that!
What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...