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Date Posted: 13:26:17 09/18/02 Wed
Author: . d e l i r i u m .
Subject: . looks like some comrades .

Where there were toils and many upbrupt challenges to cope with, Delirium seemed up and about to challenge those orruptions and defy their wrath; to withstand the many fortress's of time. The paramedic thorns flicker amongst scalp, craning the lofty incline forward to sheer exploit spheres to a cleaner location of secretion and appraisal. Though mahogany dreads shield-oscillating pools from perusal, glimpse of the horror is withdrawn and magnified within the mind of clear hypothesisation. Though maw remains transferred and resolute, pain strikes the creases of the perfectly carved visage of fjord decent, rounding the mugg with perfect satisfaction and the thorns, rounded and steadfast. Though, quite exploit, though it was, loins stir and progress in a stagato fashion, stones fomenting soft ingression imprints upon the fine soil topping upon parchment, mother earth. Rope, fringed with layered riches, lies across moistened hind, striking against fulcrum lazily. Clarion is issued from larynx, lariat poised to confront the bugle immediately, smothering it with fortified ingenuity, as not to prolong the wary of her existence for long periods of time. Though the gait progresses, muted stays the siren that lays beneath the carnage foliage, flanking rear fulcrums with hazing overthrow, carelessly crumbling at the bounds of the onyx stones that ricocheted off the carnage landscape, raped with the undaunted appointments of the three-beat Candice. Olfactory flare, nosing about the queer landscape idly, cooperating melodically with windpipe as inhale is taken of the sufficient landscape, scrutiny evident upon siren's contradicting mind. Gastrointestinal puffs forward with every exaggerated intake, and back in with a humble exhale as the momentum halts and the form retrieves solitude against the shrouded umbrage, silkily crowning around cranial and undaunted bod' with certain defiance, though, the bitch obliged. Vascular, taut and nimble, agily revolves around dignified pustule, erupting from the earth's layer and rising into the hill on which the tawny stood, emulsion that of a buff sequence, albino dappled. A Fjord horse in all essences of speaking.

d E L l I r i U M

[ for the love of a nation
and a king ]

.love like you�ve never been hurt.
.sing like no one is listening.
.live like there�s no tomorrow.

reverence
[ d e l i r i u m ]

age
[ around six ]

color
[ golden ]

lineage
[ fjord decent ]

..........................

me
[ the infamous QUIN ]

contact
AIM: quin redemption
MSN: lightoftheages@yahoo.com
EMAIL: lightoftheages@yahoo.com

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[ Delirium - lead of Gullshore in 13d, late mate of Knight, late King of Gullshore; allianced to Valiente in sisterhood. ]

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. meep . -- . quin., 16:20:31 09/18/02 Wed
- :: and waddle we shal :: -- kat, 21:04:13 09/18/02 Wed