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Date Posted: 15:44:26 02/11/02 Mon
Author: ��n��cģ
Subject: � P�� u �
In reply to: Martyr 's message, "**i was laughing before.. but you just stepped across the line**" on 15:27:23 02/11/02 Mon

. Lappetts dance vigorously 'pon scalp .

. NO, that is no my downfall. My downfall was asking you to join in a rampaging fellowship, that was my downfall. My downfall was not backing down, that was my strong point, that my true strong point that you could not handle, that was where I came in, that was where I defied you, no matter rank. Did it ever occur to you, respect 'twasn't granted to ranks, but to thsoe who deserve it? To me, you deserve nothing, for you do not recognize the true soul inside, you look at the outside covering, you look at a wall, and I see through it. Perhaps you shall rethink this, for I am open for anything, yet submission, never will I think o' it .

. Capsule is suspended o'er clashing carbon, duo flickering quiet'y o'er fire speckled visage, tresses o' mixed iv'ry and fire lapsating 'mong hind region o' she beast, mug pressed near teathered boa, constricted to let labrums roll hiss o'er ashen, banshee scream repeating in quiet, repetitive, melody .

. Quiet, yet you fear me, silence you ask of me, defiance you have granted me, my spirit you have concealed, the wall around me you see, the soul is never free, the ooids you hold are worthless, ne'er to see through, and the night will haunt, haunt your soul out of you .

((LOL, this is getting good...*MUAHAHHA* Go Quin, Quiney making Marty mad..*cackles* hehehehehe......OOO and thanks for spelling me precious name right! O BTW, do you have AIM? Mine is: SerpTwerp give me a buzz))

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