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Date Posted: 17:01:49 01/14/02 Mon
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Darkchylde
's message, "[x] insanity is just a state of mind [x]" on 15:24:04 01/13/02 Sun
» Puzzle of a female breaks through solitude with the strength of a swan and the grace of a battering ram. Slender limbs jerk high with jaunty stride, motions and expressions mechanical; a jester’s thoroughly practiced routine to perform before bawling toddlers. Ebon inked base layer of pelt blends easily with crafted shadows, while whitewashed patterns upon, placed there by someone hardly meticulous, do not make blatant appearance, instead melding as though element with what little powder shuffled upon terra. Sudden, complete halt is performed, commanded by the bitter snort stabbing at midair as soon as it passes vocal cords. Unbraided threads of plume snap about hocks in loathing, an old photograph of flames. Tousled length of forelock dangles annoyingly before azure glow of single optic, the irksome strands pitched away with maiming toss of indelicate dial. And then…there. There in the mauled slivers hung the automated heartbeat, so steady and perfect it could only be that of a soldier, caught in a moment of pure sight. Snakelike muscles writhe with involuntary jerk of ecstatic joy, nares expanding with a panting, quivering intake of breath. Entire bodice quakes from the want of screaming a delighted greeting, though throat seems dry, and the cry is swallowed as though an acrid bile. The barest of whispers chokes itself out, the blaze that rages within alien and almost unwanted, and creature’s tone and words are quiet and unstable, as though not her own. «
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