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Look at you looking up at me. You tear out my heart like that guy in Indiana Jones who ripped out guys hearts. And I'm damn pissed about it woman! You were supposed to be so different, you know since I rescued you from that jerk who kept you locked up like prisoner. Remember me? I was your hero, like Lancelot on ecstacy, we did it all together... ( Read more... )

Yeah, second chances are like classy hookers, they don’t come cheap. But the Rabid One is back from the depths of your longing minds to hit you with more joy than you can get from said hooker.

Writer, philosopher, warrior, you name it, you got it. You missed me and I feel terrible for it.

Welcome back self, welcome back.

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The Rabid One is a man of the world, or at least places that rock kasbahs. And in and likely out of my life come some rather interesting people who tend to make my life as a writer soooo much easier. I have this one particular friend who’s quite…out there. Like, not just in left field, but in a different ballpark as well. He’s not very internet ( Read more... )

LJ Idol is not only a writing competition. It’s a blogging, multimedia experience unparalleled.


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