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- - - Krymsyn - - -

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Date Posted: 16:28:38 01/15/02 Tue
In reply to: Savoy 's message, "--}---Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming---}{--" on 14:04:11 01/14/02 Mon

Such entrataining wars arose within the mind. If we might only choose our paths and not stray from them, insanity might not spark. All too often we must think outside the box, for fear that we might be doing the incorrect thing. Why can we not just realize that everything, if ruled by emotion within reason, is correct. Love, hate, life, death, birthing, and murder are all acceptable, as long as the motives will not be regretted.

Rich optics in glittering hues of molten gold shift towards the female, the edges sparkling with malicious playfulness. Slowly a smirk creases over ashen lips, a slight step taken towards the mirrored figurine, crimson male stalking in the fashion of a lion. With slow, prepared, dileberate motions his skull lifts, shaking his mane lightly, allowing the strands to cascade along both sides of his neck. Words remain shackled deep within his chest, barely whispers of a breath, ideas not yet words to be spoken.

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--}---You aren't going to be my hangman, I'm not going to wear a noose---{--	Savoy	15:10:16 01/17/02 Thu
- - - Detective - - - -- - - - Krymsyn - - -, 14:22:45 03/04/02 Mon