oasine

Feb 07, 2004 01:11

I miss the desert. Especially at night when the train would pass through the vast expanse of my domain, it's sound echoing across endless cold dunes. Behind sand blurred windows families slept in their cars oblivious to the tempest a palms breadth from the glass, watching. On occasion someone would rouse from their slumber just long enough to ( Read more... )

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Mmmmmm... strawbelbadude February 8 2004, 11:13:08 UTC
Nostalgia tastes like creamscicles.

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Re: Mmmmmm... grogrin February 11 2004, 00:27:44 UTC
Dude, that's seriously creepy because i was eating a creamsicle while writing that.

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Re: Mmmmmm... strawbelbadude February 11 2004, 10:54:41 UTC
Creepy tastes like candy corn.

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scarlettwonder February 9 2004, 19:56:21 UTC
Your bright yellow LJ blinded me.

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Re: grogrin February 11 2004, 00:36:37 UTC
Sorry but it's the only way i can taste peoples eyes. It has something to do with living in the desert so long. If you have any trouble getting your sight back try talking to Arilatikiomimus, he lives in every fire hydrant.

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Re: strawbelbadude February 11 2004, 11:15:59 UTC
Just knock twice... and bring a biscut.

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anthead rumples dread_mcjank February 12 2004, 13:57:59 UTC
you lissen! you wanna rumble down! im gonna. Im yer nasty left hand. you wanna run, im gonna foller. im up onit now. come see. the wines come down and down.

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Re: anthead rumples grogrin February 12 2004, 20:50:01 UTC
Dread, you're china.

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strawbelbadude March 5 2004, 09:40:09 UTC
Where are you? Have you disseminated yourself into the mass unconscious again?

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