Aug 13, 2004 22:15
The owls dropped more deliveries on this nano cluster.
A disc forged in a fire smelted with amber.
The sound of a silent letter negating yours truly.
A sonic ecstasy, like a pixie watching a movie from inside a carriage of no horse drawn upon a Scottish island.
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I'm bored. As usual....
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