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Date Posted: 19:36:48 11/13/01 Tue
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's message, "- - - C'est la vie - - -" on 18:30:39 11/13/01 Tue
Fools. What an interesting word it was, such a powerful and offending word. Offending? perhaps in some ways, though in other ways it could be the truth, some could be a fool, though some could be a false remark. I’ve known a lot of fools in my day’s, so many of them I shredded their soul from their very body.... And for what reason? Most just for the fun of it, while other’s were for saying foolish words, matching with their life of being a fool.... Being a fool, will soon match up to saying foolish things, perhaps once someone says a foolish thing, that doesn’t mean they are right away a fool... But most defiantly on their way.... Only a fool could piss off some beast such as me, which would lead to foolish actions... Then...my favorite part of all, leading them to their own painful death. Fools, all of them, everyone equine who seem to think death, or being different is erroneous, when they are the ones who are being erroneous. Though then again, the ones who think fools are fools, though are wrong, could be the fool themselves..
<~>Smirk ceases over the lining of emaciated lips, noting the surprise attack of the steed. Trendles continue to whiplash time after time again around powerful haunches, depthless optics following the action moving steed. Listening silently, though not interestingly to his tall tale, temptress continues to follow his circling movements, staying still as a cat ready to strike it’s pray unknown..<~>
An Attempt? I’m afraid you are wrong, stallion. If I made an attempt to insult you it would of been better then that, I assure you. What you got there wasn’t even close to the insult of all insults I could get.:: Bogus tale seemingly entertains her with the steed’s such characteristics, full of life indeed he was, though evil enough she could tell too.<~> Perhaps the teeth as big of whales you are talking about, are only nearly as big as an inch?<~>She asks curiously, satanic smirk showing long front fangs of ivories, as if thinking of sinking them into the thin flesh that circled her, craving the taste of his blood, of his soul...His life...Though, for some unknown reason to decides against it, to only let him free of her slicing razors, of her pointed needles for teeth, and great intelligent mind.<~> You are very much of a story teller, well done, well done.<~>Ocular’s continue to watch the steed, though no halted, and not circling her as he did before, his last question diving into her mind, sinking through the fleshly brain, hitting her cells and bursting out with thought.<~> Perhaps some may not know their true selves, but other’s can sense the opposing creature’s life, characteristics, what it’s problems are, it’s doubts, and it’s happiness. Though, I do admit, not all can find their true selves, some only need the path to be shown for them, to help them to the way.... The way to find themselves, or to lose themselves and other’s forever...<~>Answer’s his question with ease, boredom almost over taking her soul, though also slightly interested in what this odd, differ steed had to say.. Leaving her vocals to stop, the silence once again speaking for her as it always did..<~>
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