Oct 05, 2004 23:46
The sulfurous gas surrounds everything with the putrid odor of rotten eggs. A cloud of puffy, solid...matter seeps from the depths into plums of ashen, dark, clouds.
Mt. St. Helens? No.
Me in the bathroom a few mintues ago.
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and I miss your withnail icon.
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::hides face in shirt::
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