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Subject: .evil? not quite.

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.oblation.

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Date Posted: 07:16:02 08/26/02 Mon
In reply to: Debacle 's message, "|:D:| Into the darkness, darkness of the lair, appears a sphere. So emerald. Ancient, its aura. Rumble, it does. Shake and tremble and quiver. A life within--release abroad |:D:|" on 20:42:12 08/25/02 Sun

the true

The small female simply cackled, mysteriously eyeing the other with dreary doubt. Auburn spectacles, reveried devine, flourish in their deranged environment as to gaze upon the cracked shell demeaningly. Lobes prick, petite cranial held aloft, steadily and undaunted upon Oblation's crooked neck.

What have we here?

It's all for the rebellion;
the truth;
and the loyalty.

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

O B L A T I O N

[ for the love of a nation ]

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[> [> Subject: |:D:| Under gaze of debase--unwanted--the life crooned in glassy casing |:D:|

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Debacle
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Date Posted: 09:20:32 08/26/02 Mon

|:D:| Doubt--frivolous, fickle.
But taken for lack of unborn knowing.
Tremble more, the egg did, eating at the glare projected to its unseen being.
Frigorific became the atmosphere surrounding...resounding. Gnostic aura abound.
Cracks of high groze...splitting--creating the figure of thunder's accompany upon the eggs top.
Tis all.
Quiver once more.
Stifled chirp.
Settle. |:D:|