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[Nov. 18th, 2008|07:47 am] |
( GANI!! ) |
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[Nov. 18th, 2008|12:25 pm] |
Dean, could I impose on you to rub out my calves? Cramps in them both. I can't recall the last time I've had that much sex in a twenty-four hour period.
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[Nov. 18th, 2008|01:31 pm] |
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( God ) |
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[Nov. 18th, 2008|06:04 pm] |
In these, the dying hours of one man's reign
When darkness sweeps the world in night and day,
Success no longer able to be feigned,
Survival now the issue of the fray.
From furthest dream has his successor come
To try his hand at beating sorrow back
With chants that sound as loud as beating drums
And thoughts that turn few hearts still cold and black.
Yet still he soldiers on to meet the light:
Hope, infused throughout the world and nation
To warm away last traces of old fright,
Perhaps a chance to salvage least creation. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2008|06:11 pm] |
I has beens very busy, gettings a wholesorts of bunch of things done. My amazingsly sexy and magical wifes is needs a whole lots of attendings.
Oh, ands Skadi, you am not goings to needs to pays at the rent for your apartsment. I gots it takes care of.
Uh. I uh... forgots why I was comings onto dis place. Oh. Uh.
Nathans. I sends to you a shitloads of new guitar parts to checks out and listens at. Sees if you needs any of dems. |
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