...That took far too long. >:|

Oh, dear. Where, oh where, has the Lovely Lan gone?

My flowers came back to me. Lovely is gone from her den.

Damn it.

Back alleys and strangers on the street, life in New York City took so much heat. Or something. The lyrics never sat well with Rhovas, as he was more a fan to modern rave music than he was to folk music from Wisconsin. The man sat on the brick fencing to the duplexes on Keplar Avenue wearing no more than the usual billowing silk pants of black. ( Read more... )

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