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Subject: $ Love is a Crime $

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Lore

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Date Posted: 22:46:52 03/15/04 Mon

		Dazzle _{by Siouxsie & The Banshees}_... The stars that shine and the stars that shrink In the face of stagnation the water runs Before your eyes... Swallowing diamonds A cutting throat Your teeth when you grin Reflecting beams on tombstones A jamboree of surprises Playing Russian roulette Or the Lucky Dip A clenched fist to your heart Coal dust on your lungs A silver tongue for the chosen one Heavy magnum in your side or a bloody thorn Skating bullets on angel dust In a dead sea of fluid mercury Baby piano cries Under your heavy index & thumb Pull some strings -- let them sing The stars that shine and the stars that shrink In the face of stagnation the water runs Before your eyes... Dazzle -- It's a glittering prize Before your eyes... It's a glittering prize...
- Dressed in a sooty grey pinstripe suit, the petite figure made her way into the apartment, crumpled yellow flyer in the bottom of her pocket a long with a zippo lighter. Pressed between her lips was a cuban cigar snatched from a table top. yes. The sheer volume of obnoxious music was enough to keep her away. However, curiousity killed the cat. And Lore could be pretty catty at time. Pixie bob ruffled slightly beneath the charcoal hat upon her head, stands of dark brown hair fell across her forehead. Storm cloud greys brewing with silent violence a sinister smirk crossed her painted lips. She was a bit on the hungry side, but hunt here, she did not. The place reaked of the supernatural. Plastic cup half emptied of beer in hand, a sip had been taken. She rather disliked beer. It was so plebian. Beer is what the blue collar worker drank. Not creatures like Lore. she prefered the finer beverages. Ah now enough about her. Time to play human for a while. -

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Subject	Author	Date
∙.∙. The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley .∙.∙	Marrok	14:10:58 03/17/04 Wed
$ Love is a Crime $ -- Lore, 02:12:44 04/18/04 Sun ∙.∙. We can make like Jack and Sally if you want .∙.∙ -- Marrok, 22:23:04 04/21/04 Wed $ Love is a Crime $ -- Lore, 02:41:52 04/22/04 Thu ∙.∙. Hello there, the angel from my ngihtmare .∙.∙ -- Marrok, 00:31:10 04/25/04 Sun $ Love is a Crime $ -- Lore, 00:59:42 04/25/04 Sun ∙.∙. your time is up and your parol has begun .∙.∙ -- Marrok, 01:09:37 04/25/04 Sun