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Post by anirbas on Feb 8, 2007 23:49:30 GMT -6
To me...
I wonder, at times...
In fact, am bewondered by the fact...
Flesh still clings resolutely to these bones...
I've been dessicated inside for so long...
A bride of dust and nightmares...
Spiders crawling through my hair...
Dark, warty toads jumping
through my thoughts,
hopping from my mouth...
Spirit shattered and wafting from north to south...
East and west, hefted and hewn into so much chaff,
flung haphazardly into the face of the wind...
Before the barrage of all that never was...
All that never will be...
And all,
that totally is...
To me...
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Post by dawness on Feb 10, 2007 9:29:38 GMT -6
desprately seeking sabs? your sparkling gem goes from dark to light! super, super! applause.... O)
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Post by anirbas on Feb 18, 2007 22:56:13 GMT -6
thanks millionz, sweets.
desperately seeking sabs?
who dat? ggglgggl...
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Post by brandnewmessiah on Feb 23, 2007 10:01:17 GMT -6
wow is their room in that grave for all of us Anir? hehe. Like the song says maybe our nightmares will become "Dust in the wind" ~ BNM
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Post by vixen on Feb 23, 2007 10:31:43 GMT -6
This is awesome Sabs. I love the spiders, chilling. Vixen
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Post by anirbas on Feb 24, 2007 11:11:41 GMT -6
Thanks, M'siah and Vix! Would love it if all our nightmares became dust in the wind...Yes,
that would be nice, Troy...Sounds like a winner of a daydream to me! Ya'll take care
of you for me, sweeeeet pretties! And don't make me have to send the flying monkeys looking for you...Since the hairy little bastards went union on me, they cost me a pretty penny to get them off the flipping ground...hahahahahhahahahaha...Sabrina.
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