

somewhere here.3He hadn't become one of those men who laced his drink with alcohol, sucking down coffee like it was water. Nor the type to ease himself into a rocking chair, staring out across the lawn kissed by spring and sun. They considered him the pensive sort now, introverted, quiet, but by no means without manners. Silence was seen as an unhappy symptom, his reassurances to the contrary fell on deaf ears. Back home, all men on their own were just the same. He needn't have spoken to the dogs who understood his silences as clearly as his words. People went about their own way there, chatting in a brief code of natives, checking up on what wassomewhere here.3


somewhere here.2He sat before the shallow embers burning low in his small hearth. Snow pummeled his windowpanes, building a sloping concave arc at the surface of his sill. Inside the cottage was warm enough, heat wafting from the fire, rising from the dozing forms of his dogs. Nils was actually quite energetic even now, gnawing on an old leather glove, working determinedly to worry several holes by the time he drifted off to sleep. The atmosphere was often such inside Dane's home as evening trudged on into night, methodically arriving at the witching hour of stillness and silence. He bit his lower lip, maneuvering his clumsy fingers to work the strip of leatsomewhere here.2


somewhere here.1He brought his hands to his mouth, breath sliding from his lips in a puff of humid steam. He'd been unable to find his gloves that morning, lost somewhere in the flurry of clothing scattered across his bedroom. He hunched his shoulders, hiding away the nape of his neck in the collar of his thick coat as he slipped his hands beneath his arms. The snow drove persistently, the bony, slender fingers of chill finding purchase in the openings of his jacket despite his best efforts to seal it out. Dane stomped his boots on the porch, shaking free snow and pumping life back into the soles of his feet.somewhere here.1
He should have waited inside rather


a tiny tragedyStricken by the blow it dealt, all qualms to feel, convinced to melt. wondering eerily how it felt, I held my hands around my neck.a tiny tragedy
I'm not fit to write your elegy, still breathless by your legacy, burdened with bitter jealousy of He holding captive your voice.
Unsure to shout, unwilling to cry, without a 'how', or 'where', or 'why', only empty without reply. You died somehow that day.
In misery we were left to suffer, bereft of option, bereft of euchre to bring you back beyond the altar; Our fuck up, Our screw up, Our go
Devious Comments
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"Is this the way a toy feels... when its batteries run dry?"
Today I view you not as a model of everything I'm not, but instead as an inpsiration to be everything I want to be and nothing else.
Thanks Maddy.
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"Is this the way a toy feels... when its batteries run dry?"
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A life that take chances, is a life with less regrets - my own quote man, isn't it good
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A life that take chances, is a life with less regrets - my own quote man, isn't it good
~vd
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There's nothing better, than listening to your lover's heartbeat.
Don't fall for me, cause I can't catch you... and then when you hit the floor I'll point and laugh
The cuter you are, the more sadistic you are... and I am VERY cute!
I may look sw
Even the aspects of my life that have been less than pleasant (granted, there are an abundance) I appreciate the experience of them. It's all essential for building character and tolerance.
All in all, I'm quite the happy fellow. Nothing gets me down these days.
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[your ethics, quite warped through the cycling chemical change,
want me so desperately, you're writhing in agony.]
there are a lot of ppl out there that say they know what they write about but in the end they are nothing more than "emo" angst ridden teenagers that hate their parents and the guilded cages they live in. but with so much praise and... whats the word... favor... that raven and rue have given you Must be different.
therefore i think ill keep an eye on you. and see if my first impressions are accurate.
~vd
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There's nothing better, than listening to your lover's heartbeat.
Don't fall for me, cause I can't catch you... and then when you hit the floor I'll point and laugh
The cuter you are, the more sadistic you are... and I am VERY cute!
I may look sw
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[your ethics, quite warped through the cycling chemical change,
want me so desperately, you're writhing in agony.]
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[your ethics, quite warped through the cycling chemical change,
want me so desperately, you're writhing in agony.]
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Time to yell loudly and carry a big stick! Hyaaaaa!
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[your ethics, quite warped through the cycling chemical change,
want me so desperately, you're writhing in agony.]
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[your ethics, quite warped through the cycling chemical change,
want me so desperately, you're writhing in agony.]
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Time to yell loudly and carry a big stick! Hyaaaaa!
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"Video games are bad for you? That's what they said about rock and roll."
Shigeru Miyamoto
Thank you very much for the welcome. Any friend of Raven's is certainly a friend of mine.
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[your ethics, quite warped through the cycling chemical change,
want me so desperately, you're writhing in agony.]
Well, then, I'll be keeping a close eye. Just watch yer' back and ye'll be fine.
((Also, watch out for ma' weird accents. Ya' nevah know whenna gonna pop oop!
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Quote of awesomeness:
"I choose my own paths...and make my own mistakes. Take that away from me, and you are my enemy!"
XD
I'll see what I can do to accomodate that request. I didn't know that my appearance was a topic of interest. You have my condolences. Girls tend to be rather animated when discussing the 'sexy'. I happen to think I'm ordinary.
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[your ethics, quite warped through the cycling chemical change,
want me so desperately, you're writhing in agony.]
-Justin
P.S.
Please post some sexy pictures of yourself. Those two are always talking about how good you look. It sometimes makes conversation difficult at the cafe scene. Now I require proof. That is all for now.
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"Is this the way a toy feels... when its batteries run dry?"
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[your ethics, quite warped through the cycling chemical change,
want me so desperately, you're writhing in agony.]
Write! Write!
Pronto! Pronto!
=3
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「waisetsu y u e ni w.a.i.setsu amai amai uso」
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