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Sep 24, 2004 23:23

Cracking knuckles and a morbid chuckle seem to rip through the night air whenever you're around. It reminds me of the time where I heard of that movie where the walls bled, and everything around the protagonist seemed to bend to the will of that entity. Everything brings up a memory or experience that has fluttered by my vision, like a fleeting ( Read more... )

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sickromance September 25 2004, 08:48:50 UTC
On really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion.

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verbose_ September 25 2004, 19:58:42 UTC
I swear as the day broke again, I felt my brain swelter to horrifying capacities.

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boycaught September 26 2004, 22:23:23 UTC
! don't even

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