carnivale NOCTURNE, threading and logs

September 15th, 2011

carnivale NOCTURNE, threading and logs

Do you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need? And taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed? Of implication, insinuation and ill will, 'til you cannot lie still. In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil come closing in for a kill. Come feed the rain, 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust. Yeah, feed the rain, 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust.

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September 15th, 2011

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Who: Charlene and anyone
What: Coming to the Carnival and staying.
When: Closing time
Where: The only car in the parking lot
Rating: low
Status: incomplete

Do you know the way? I am from out of town and I need a place to stay. )

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Who: Babylon & Jessa
What: Having a day
When: Thursday, early afternoon
Where: Food Tent
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

Babylon took off her blue and white hoodie. She was wearing a simple sleeveless tee in a silky fabric underneath that must have been the hottest shade of hot pink imaginable to the human eye. Her hair was a wild flaming mane around her face )
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