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Date Posted: 15:50:30 09/19/02 Thu
Author: . searching .
Subject: . dr e am of m e .

The remnants of a departing crimson sphere fade between the earth and firmament as Creation persists in it's cyclical routine. Vagabond shafts of luminance- masquarading in robes of scarlet and honey- bleed across the rock-ribbed lithosphere, causing the void landscape to appear bloodstained. Ah, such is the actuality of life- cruel and carnal beneath it's mendacious covering. A queer thought it is, that something so oft regarded as blessed could harbour such a starkly contrasting reality within. Nevertheless, as the dusk met it's recurrent demise, the atmosphere was drowned by the arrival of the nocturnal hour.

Even through the frequent transitions from dusk to dawn there existed a region which evaded both the morning and evening duels for soverignity- the timberland. Neither light nor darkness reflected through the gnarled palms of oak and pine, for the veld harboured only shadow. Though the web of vine appeared void and lifeless, a lilting cadence echoed through the herbaceous robes. Opaque portraits fabricate to provide a clarified image of the being which lingered there in.

Stalwart limbs navigate the feral minx along a narrow footpath. Flaccid vegetation lay draped about the barrels of the sienna torso- cast to idly toss and tangle about the mobile appendages. Onyx filaments writhe and bend across the tightened nape and buttocks, dislocated by the sporadic wanderings of the female. Traverse ceased presently- lobed accoustics alert to the various on-goings of others. Stationed just short of the wandering eye, mahogany shrew remained imperceptable to those who considered themselves worthy of judgement. She would not flaunt and dance for any- she needed not the approval of an inutile jury. Foscuous spheres wander in observance of those gathered. Facade is obvious in portrayal of her amusement.

My, isn't this entertaining. Indeed I am here, though I need not announce my coming with sonorous trumpets and a meaningless performance of charades.

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forgot about.. -- . searching ., 15:52:27 09/19/02 Thu
- one more thing!! -- . searching ., 15:53:41 09/19/02 Thu
  - :: meep meep:: -- kat, 19:34:42 09/19/02 Thu