| Subject: ::crossess arms:: Thanx Hannah, but I don't need the insults. ::rolls eyes:: |
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Paige
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Date Posted: 15:39:35 10/14/02 Mon
In reply to:
Planet
's message, "The lanky ghost watches with a growing distaste, but says nothing, anxiously awaiting Paige to return." on 14:02:16 10/14/02 Mon
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>>>Andy's
>>>Planet is no more.
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Someda
>y
>>s
>>> I sit staring out the window, watching the world
>pass
>>>me by.
>>>Sometimes I think theres nothing to live for,
>>>I almost break down and cry.
>>>But then I see my baby, suddenly Im not crazy.
>>>
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes.
>>>If I could sing, Id keep singin this song to my
>>>daughter.
If I could hit the notses Id blow
>>>something as long as my father.
To show her how
>>>proud I am that I got her.
God, Im a daddy, Im
>so
>>>glad her mom didnt.
Now you probably get this
>>>picture from my public persona that ima pistol packin
>>>drug addict who bags on his momma
But I wanna to
>>>just take this time out to be perfectly honest, cuz
>>>theres a lot of shit I keep bottled up that hurts
>deep
>>>inside.
I got my baby, baby the only lady that I
>>>adore.
So sau
>>>yonara, try tommorrow, nice to know ya.
Our baby s
>>>traveled back to the arms of her rightful
>>>owner.
And suddenly the weight has been
>>>lifted......
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>>>
Erupting from a shadowed horizon, a flash of
>>>stygian and char, mottled crisply upon the outer
>layer
>>>of a bold phantom. What nightmares were made of; an
>>>alysum grit brazen with the dexterious humanities of
>>>bittersweet passion and nefariousness. Unexpectant
>of
>>>any immediate of ameliorant, malicious alumna lances
>>>forth across the ashen plantation; chizeled maw,
>>>etched with stealth-like reformity of Arabic lineage,
>>>immediatly searches for the hierarchy. Alma mater
>>>located far away, the banshee still wished for
>return.
>>> Though I wouldnt expect a lagniappe this time
>>>around. Plyable physique lances forth with
>undaunting
>>>agility, taut muscles acting puppeteer for the
>>>mesmorizing vagabond. At last and long awaited, ashen
>>>labyrums of the femmora parting with an echo of
>>>soprano harpsicord; a mocking, eerie melody shrieking
>>>inside flicking radars. She knew, all too well, that
>>>her dear mother had come to pass....she knew as well,
>>>that one attempted to take her place.
>>>
>>>
No, baby. Not on my watch.
>>>
>>>
The angels weaping tears of blood, sweat and
>>>flesh, the mesmorizing transparancy lay in grit
>before
>>>the others. Allegorical, mystical, and ever deadly,
>>>not the innocent foal that had befallen on them, no.
>>>She was different, scarred and broken, battered and
>>>lost, but yet she still returned for more....
>>>
>>>
Dad. Andy. Who's
>>>the broad. Juno? Juni? A bit peculiar, pop.
>>>
>>>
An unspoken snarl crossed the lips of the now
>>>nefarious. Shits' been done, lives been shattered,
>>>and she had meerely returned to pick up the pieces.
>>>It was time to loose the malicia and return to the
>>>life of a light. Erecting a reformed maw, the
>painted
>>>translucent speaks again.
>>>
>>>
DegÜello died, Andy.
>>>Perhaps if you had been around, around for me, around
>>>for Deggy, around for Juni, our mother....
>>>
>>>
The words were spit into dust as the angel weeped
>>>upon the groud, the lavish winter soaking any drop of
>>>salted warmth as the equine blurted in a furious
>anger
>>>and bitter resentment.
>>>
>>>
She wilted away as a
>rose.
>>>Every day, waiting like a dog for you. A dog
>awaiting
>>>his master at the door, with anxious eyes steadily
>>>loosing hope. Is that what you saw us as? Is that
>>>how you saw flower, too? A DOG...
>>>
>>>
The painted mug draws abrupt. Guilt would not
>>>solve any problem here. Re-evaluating a long planned
>>>speech, the femmora continues with a more placid
>>>expression.
>>>
>>>
Im back now. Im here to
>>>stay.
>>>
>>>
.:A bit of forewarning.:.
>>>
.:Ive changed:. |
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>>>face=verdana size=1>.Your baby's home. But
>>>not for you.
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