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  renewal of her own forte, and with a simple dip of the regal crown of she and the endless rhythm of a
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  music box's delicate melody, and the golden coryphée is untiring, the soft cloak of flawless defiance her
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  to she. tucking boa to her bodice, the inamorta's long plumes trails along the soft loam, leaving a textured
  line behind. roses linger within her gaze, full of sage, wisdom of the past and the present. the future
  remains mysterious to she. her dance referred to the lost beauty of the equid world, the lost freedom of
  unsacrificeable knowledge that the equine could bestow, and the eternally gone comfort of survival that
  the demoiselle had held once in a life time that never would exist again. she emitted a trill thru parted
  labia, sun kissed lips exposing brackish incisors, and but a ghostly form of aureate, she remained silent in
  her guesses, silent in her game of steps. Her tresses flow over her pelt, intwined with bits of bark, leaves,
  and dirt. she was nature. she was captive of the last beauty. music soars from within her to penetrate the
  aura surrounding the matriarch, and she rises, slender appendages cloaked in blood, blood that had
  stained upon her legs. nay, it was not her own. she lifts her crania, sphericals torn with rage. but of what,
  you ask? remorse?nay. hunger? aye. endearment enriches the shining surfaces of the flushed stained
  globes. the ochroid vixen wears upon her head a diadem marked only by a scar surrounding her
  twin-sticks. the rogues dubbed 'males', the diametrical, would never know how she was. nor would any
  other. she was an angel. a phantom apparation. a dove feathered in golden auroras. heartless. cold.
  defiant. decriptive enough? that was her opinion of all viriles. her dance halts and no longer does her
  unguli pierce through the pliable sod. no longer did she have faith in another innocent existence. treading
  upon hollow ground. yes, that was what she was doing. her voice lingers above the zenith of the land of
  mustangs, climaxing and fading forever away nadir. tainted nie was she. but others? aye. they all were.
  she was not one to boast but only she could become a femme fatale...only she could become the males
  worse nightmare and at the same time his most gratifying dream. within her grew a hatred for the
  opposite sex. nie was there a reason to give. aurals fall to her crown flat upon her sculptured boa,
  marking she as cautious.
  faith? was that a word? nie it was not. the flaxen she-beast began once more to move at a twi beat
  cadence, movements a flux of grace and fluidity. away from her tree. nie wait. it was not her tree. her
  crown moves side to side quickly as she shakes it, bits of soil falling from her silk lisles. beneath her
  rapiers sing small critters and above her sing the last birds of the night. to all she would remain
  anonymous except for the creatures of the night.
  together forever. tsk. tsk. is that what they all say now? she was no neophyte. Glancing about her, the
  golden fem began her trek across the land. About her slid nocturnal creatures and upon she was the only
  thing she lived for. A gentle zephyr upon her velvetten hide. Plumages of faint colour brush against her
  hocks and she plunges forth in speed, neck extending, lobes betwixt flat and innoble. Each muscled piston
  flew beneath her fay bod, each bending and straightening, locking and unlocking in a four-beat caper, and
  then without warning the inamorta stumbled over a root. gathering herself, the fem jumped, hind legs
  curled upward for the north segment to touch her gently upon the stomach. Her forelegs curled also.
  Extending them, she allowed full impact upon one foreleg then put down the other, continuing to cavort.
  Her nares flaring with exhaustion, the dove slid to a impede. invisible fingers curled through her tresses,
  lapping gently at her lathered form. the maiden was still, barrel rising and falling as she breathed heavily.
  tender delight coruscated fleetingly through her forsaken eliptics.
  .with the deity’s glittering ethereal blade and, an intrepid forth-thrust gait without flaw or fault, the
  elegant maid infringed on the marl. twin crimson seas roil within the turbulent gaze of a stern reprimand,
  and yet the undefined elegance of the lithe enigma reigns, a fair-countenanced ruler, in her shadowed
  heart. with a sweet mock, slender appendages cease their rhythmic churn and she dares the shadows to
  try an assault on her svelte frame. the wilderness of a lost utopia dances rampant in her unflinching gaze,
  and faded memoirs of a forsaken atlantis embitter her sheltered eyes as, with silent poise, the supple
  sunkissed maiden wends her way forth into lands to be explored. inclining a regal cranium unto the
  darkened firmament, a silken cry soars into the boundless cosmos, a initiative to announce her
  dominance, for she would settle no lower then the highest position. tough she must be. watch your step.
  nie was she talking to anyone. she was talking to herself. sweet murmurring escape thru her slender
  cavities as the fem flicked her plumage over her haunches, declaring this utopia hers. dangerous nie was
  she. inclement fervor dances ragged within her shattered fortitude. spheres calculate each groove of the
  soil, each hoof that marked its surface, each figure that strode over its seemingly undesirable existence.
  faintly a cry surfaces betwixt her labrums and she turns away. her heart had been lacerated before. that
  was never to be done again.
  .torn was she. torn betwixt retreat or advance. shattered utopia indeed. humour flashes briefly through
  her orbs. she was no pet to cosset. she resented retreat and moved forth, extremities bracing as she
  slowly made her way down a steep incline. Finding her footing, the fem slid down upon her haunches,
  almost sitting. She stood again and began moving forward. brushing against a limb the fem shyed away,
  the ivories of her spectacles exposed briefly. Her right forefoot struck forth, lancet clashing against hard
  sod. the naiad snorted unkindly and turned around, crania tilted slightly towards her leading extremity.
  pistons of feminine structure aided her up the incline once more and the nixie paused shortly for breath,
  nares dilated. Auids innoble upon her crown, the mare raised her apex, arabian lineage evident by her
  liberty to turn her magesterial crania. a pause. a scent. gone. the fem lowered her crania and blew softly
  upon the emerald stalks protruding from the earth. Nipping gently upon one blade, she lifted her
  culmination and slipped into the shadows, still seen but barely. a apparation she was. a hallucination. no
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  |spell|springs of troika
  |heritage| vague
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  | with the angel's innocence as her simple shield , she pirouettes the horizon , aghostly silhouette
  amidst the softening eve , against the eerie milieu of a waning moon's last ray . with the carefree touch of
  celestial perfection, the flawless ballerina moves intimately alongside the gentle current of a silken zephyr,
  the tender delicacy her trademark.the sorrow goes unwritten in the odyssey of time's eternal flow, and the
  forsaken maiden dances alone underneath the moon's travesty of light. relishing the secrets left unspoiled
  and pristine by the wan night, the adamantine strength of a faith, even broken, is her diaphanous sash
  about a slender frame, binding her, heaven's own mark. but with a bitter cry, she laments the deathless
  renewal of her own forte, and with a simple dip of the regal crown of she and the endless rhythm of a
  shattered heart breaking in the song of her dance, she defies solitude...dominance lancing within soft
  clarified optics of the stars. the tragic wail of a dying violin's last wail intermingles with the soft clarity of a
  music box's delicate melody, and the golden coryphée is untiring, the soft cloak of flawless defiance her
  singular defense against the cruelty of a mangled utopia drowned in the tears of the wronged. shattered
  though she might seem, weeping commingles with the soil 'pon the loam, and she continues her dance,
  darkness within her reach. laden was her soul, burdened by sorrow of all the harmed and wronged
  creatures she resided with or knew of. yet, her flawless movements sang of a lost time that lasted forever
  to she. tucking boa to her bodice, the inamorta's long plumes trails along the soft loam, leaving a textured
  line behind. roses linger within her gaze, full of sage, wisdom of the past and the present. the future
  remains mysterious to she. her dance referred to the lost beauty of the equid world, the lost freedom of
  unsacrificeable knowledge that the equine could bestow, and the eternally gone comfort of survival that
  the demoiselle had held once in a life time that never would exist again. she emitted a trill thru parted
  labia, sun kissed lips exposing brackish incisors, and but a ghostly form of aureate, she remained silent in
  her guesses, silent in her game of steps. Her tresses flow over her pelt, intwined with bits of bark, leaves,
  and dirt. she was nature. she was captive of the last beauty. music soars from within her to penetrate the
  aura surrounding the matriarch, and she rises, slender appendages cloaked in blood, blood that had
  stained upon her legs. nay, it was not her own. she lifts her crania, sphericals torn with rage. but of what,
  you ask? remorse?nay. hunger? aye. endearment enriches the shining surfaces of the flushed stained
  globes. the ochroid vixen wears upon her head a diadem marked only by a scar surrounding her
  twin-sticks. the rogues dubbed 'males', the diametrical, would never know how she was. nor would any
  other. she was an angel. a phantom apparation. a dove feathered in golden auroras. heartless. cold.
  defiant. decriptive enough? that was her opinion of all viriles. her dance halts and no longer does her
  unguli pierce through the pliable sod. no longer did she have faith in another innocent existence. treading
  upon hollow ground. yes, that was what she was doing. her voice lingers above the zenith of the land of
  mustangs, climaxing and fading forever away nadir. tainted nie was she. but others? aye. they all were.
  she was not one to boast but only she could become a femme fatale...only she could become the males
  worse nightmare and at the same time his most gratifying dream. within her grew a hatred for the
  opposite sex. nie was there a reason to give. aurals fall to her crown flat upon her sculptured boa,
  marking she as cautious.
  faith? was that a word? nie it was not. the flaxen she-beast began once more to move at a twi beat
  cadence, movements a flux of grace and fluidity. away from her tree. nie wait. it was not her tree. her
  crown moves side to side quickly as she shakes it, bits of soil falling from her silk lisles. beneath her
  rapiers sing small critters and above her sing the last birds of the night. to all she would remain
  anonymous except for the creatures of the night.
  together forever. tsk. tsk. is that what they all say now? she was no neophyte. Glancing about her, the
  golden fem began her trek across the land. About her slid nocturnal creatures and upon she was the only
  thing she lived for. A gentle zephyr upon her velvetten hide. Plumages of faint colour brush against her
  hocks and she plunges forth in speed, neck extending, lobes betwixt flat and innoble. Each muscled piston
  flew beneath her fay bod, each bending and straightening, locking and unlocking in a four-beat caper, and
  then without warning the inamorta stumbled over a root. gathering herself, the fem jumped, hind legs
  curled upward for the north segment to touch her gently upon the stomach. Her forelegs curled also.
  Extending them, she allowed full impact upon one foreleg then put down the other, continuing to cavort.
  Her nares flaring with exhaustion, the dove slid to a impede. invisible fingers curled through her tresses,
  lapping gently at her lathered form. the maiden was still, barrel rising and falling as she breathed heavily.
  tender delight coruscated fleetingly through her forsaken eliptics.
  .with the deity’s glittering ethereal blade and, an intrepid forth-thrust gait without flaw or fault, the
  elegant maid infringed on the marl. twin crimson seas roil within the turbulent gaze of a stern reprimand,
  and yet the undefined elegance of the lithe enigma reigns, a fair-countenanced ruler, in her shadowed
  heart. with a sweet mock, slender appendages cease their rhythmic churn and she dares the shadows to
  try an assault on her svelte frame. the wilderness of a lost utopia dances rampant in her unflinching gaze,
  and faded memoirs of a forsaken atlantis embitter her sheltered eyes as, with silent poise, the supple
  sunkissed maiden wends her way forth into lands to be explored. inclining a regal cranium unto the
  darkened firmament, a silken cry soars into the boundless cosmos, a initiative to announce her
  dominance, for she would settle no lower then the highest position. tough she must be. watch your step.
  nie was she talking to anyone. she was talking to herself. sweet murmurring escape thru her slender
  cavities as the fem flicked her plumage over her haunches, declaring this utopia hers. dangerous nie was
  she. inclement fervor dances ragged within her shattered fortitude. spheres calculate each groove of the
  soil, each hoof that marked its surface, each figure that strode over its seemingly undesirable existence.
  faintly a cry surfaces betwixt her labrums and she turns away. her heart had been lacerated before. that
  was never to be done again.
  .torn was she. torn betwixt retreat or advance. shattered utopia indeed. humour flashes briefly through
  her orbs. she was no pet to cosset. she resented retreat and moved forth, extremities bracing as she
  slowly made her way down a steep incline. Finding her footing, the fem slid down upon her haunches,
  almost sitting. She stood again and began moving forward. brushing against a limb the fem shyed away,
  the ivories of her spectacles exposed briefly. Her right forefoot struck forth, lancet clashing against hard
  sod. the naiad snorted unkindly and turned around, crania tilted slightly towards her leading extremity.
  pistons of feminine structure aided her up the incline once more and the nixie paused shortly for breath,
  nares dilated. Auids innoble upon her crown, the mare raised her apex, arabian lineage evident by her
  liberty to turn her magesterial crania. a pause. a scent. gone. the fem lowered her crania and blew softly
  upon the emerald stalks protruding from the earth. Nipping gently upon one blade, she lifted her
  culmination and slipped into the shadows, still seen but barely. a apparation she was. a hallucination. no
  longer a vison to the naked eye. this was no utopia. it was no heaven. it was hell |
  
  
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  |i|k|n|o|w|w|h|y|t|h|e|c|a|g|e|d|b|i|r|d|s|i|n|g|s|
  imprison me in a cage
  isolate me
  locked within my perfect world
  throw away the key
  i don’t care now
  i have forgotten how
  to fly
  |i|k|n|o|w|w|h|y|t|h|e|c|a|g|e|d|b|i|r|d|s|i|n|g|s|
  
  |christened| bird in a gilded cage
  |alais|songbird
  |spell|springs of troika
  |heritage| vague
  |blessed|songbird of the fairer
  |kissed|contrast of gold and ivory
  |stature|svelte
  |reach to heaven|a dozen plus two. half of four
  |key to unlock my cage|
  float lika butterfly sting lika bee
  
  
  | with the angel's innocence as her simple shield , she pirouettes the horizon , aghostly silhouette
  amidst the softening eve , against the eerie milieu of a waning moon's last ray . with the carefree touch of
  celestial perfection, the flawless ballerina moves intimately alongside the gentle current of a silken zephyr,
  the tender delicacy her trademark.the sorrow goes unwritten in the odyssey of time's eternal flow, and the
  forsaken maiden dances alone underneath the moon's travesty of light. relishing the secrets left unspoiled
  and pristine by the wan night, the adamantine strength of a faith, even broken, is her diaphanous sash
  about a slender frame, binding her, heaven's own mark. but with a bitter cry, she laments the deathless
  renewal of her own forte, and with a simple dip of the regal crown of she and the endless rhythm of a
  shattered heart breaking in the song of her dance, she defies solitude...dominance lancing within soft
  clarified optics of the stars. the tragic wail of a dying violin's last wail intermingles with the soft clarity of a
  music box's delicate melody, and the golden coryphée is untiring, the soft cloak of flawless defiance her
  singular defense against the cruelty of a mangled utopia drowned in the tears of the wronged. shattered
  though she might seem, weeping commingles with the soil 'pon the loam, and she continues her dance,
  darkness within her reach. laden was her soul, burdened by sorrow of all the harmed and wronged
  creatures she resided with or knew of. yet, her flawless movements sang of a lost time that lasted forever
  to she. tucking boa to her bodice, the inamorta's long plumes trails along the soft loam, leaving a textured
  line behind. roses linger within her gaze, full of sage, wisdom of the past and the present. the future
  remains mysterious to she. her dance referred to the lost beauty of the equid world, the lost freedom of
  unsacrificeable knowledge that the equine could bestow, and the eternally gone comfort of survival that
  the demoiselle had held once in a life time that never would exist again. she emitted a trill thru parted
  labia, sun kissed lips exposing brackish incisors, and but a ghostly form of aureate, she remained silent in
  her guesses, silent in her game of steps. Her tresses flow over her pelt, intwined with bits of bark, leaves,
  and dirt. she was nature. she was captive of the last beauty. music soars from within her to penetrate the
  aura surrounding the matriarch, and she rises, slender appendages cloaked in blood, blood that had
  stained upon her legs. nay, it was not her own. she lifts her crania, sphericals torn with rage. but of what,
  you ask? remorse?nay. hunger? aye. endearment enriches the shining surfaces of the flushed stained
  globes. the ochroid vixen wears upon her head a diadem marked only by a scar surrounding her
  twin-sticks. the rogues dubbed 'males', the diametrical, would never know how she was. nor would any
  other. she was an angel. a phantom apparation. a dove feathered in golden auroras. heartless. cold.
  defiant. decriptive enough? that was her opinion of all viriles. her dance halts and no longer does her
  unguli pierce through the pliable sod. no longer did she have faith in another innocent existence. treading
  upon hollow ground. yes, that was what she was doing. her voice lingers above the zenith of the land of
  mustangs, climaxing and fading forever away nadir. tainted nie was she. but others? aye. they all were.
  she was not one to boast but only she could become a femme fatale...only she could become the males
  worse nightmare and at the same time his most gratifying dream. within her grew a hatred for the
  opposite sex. nie was there a reason to give. aurals fall to her crown flat upon her sculptured boa,
  marking she as cautious.
  faith? was that a word? nie it was not. the flaxen she-beast began once more to move at a twi beat
  cadence, movements a flux of grace and fluidity. away from her tree. nie wait. it was not her tree. her
  crown moves side to side quickly as she shakes it, bits of soil falling from her silk lisles. beneath her
  rapiers sing small critters and above her sing the last birds of the night. to all she would remain
  anonymous except for the creatures of the night.
  together forever. tsk. tsk. is that what they all say now? she was no neophyte. Glancing about her, the
  golden fem began her trek across the land. About her slid nocturnal creatures and upon she was the only
  thing she lived for. A gentle zephyr upon her velvetten hide. Plumages of faint colour brush against her
  hocks and she plunges forth in speed, neck extending, lobes betwixt flat and innoble. Each muscled piston
  flew beneath her fay bod, each bending and straightening, locking and unlocking in a four-beat caper, and
  then without warning the inamorta stumbled over a root. gathering herself, the fem jumped, hind legs
  curled upward for the north segment to touch her gently upon the stomach. Her forelegs curled also.
  Extending them, she allowed full impact upon one foreleg then put down the other, continuing to cavort.
  Her nares flaring with exhaustion, the dove slid to a impede. invisible fingers curled through her tresses,
  lapping gently at her lathered form. the maiden was still, barrel rising and falling as she breathed heavily.
  tender delight coruscated fleetingly through her forsaken eliptics.
  .with the deity’s glittering ethereal blade and, an intrepid forth-thrust gait without flaw or fault, the
  elegant maid infringed on the marl. twin crimson seas roil within the turbulent gaze of a stern reprimand,
  and yet the undefined elegance of the lithe enigma reigns, a fair-countenanced ruler, in her shadowed
  heart. with a sweet mock, slender appendages cease their rhythmic churn and she dares the shadows to
  try an assault on her svelte frame. the wilderness of a lost utopia dances rampant in her unflinching gaze,
  and faded memoirs of a forsaken atlantis embitter her sheltered eyes as, with silent poise, the supple
  sunkissed maiden wends her way forth into lands to be explored. inclining a regal cranium unto the
  darkened firmament, a silken cry soars into the boundless cosmos, a initiative to announce her
  dominance, for she would settle no lower then the highest position. tough she must be. watch your step.
  nie was she talking to anyone. she was talking to herself. sweet murmurring escape thru her slender
  cavities as the fem flicked her plumage over her haunches, declaring this utopia hers. dangerous nie was
  she. inclement fervor dances ragged within her shattered fortitude. spheres calculate each groove of the
  soil, each hoof that marked its surface, each figure that strode over its seemingly undesirable existence.
  faintly a cry surfaces betwixt her labrums and she turns away. her heart had been lacerated before. that
  was never to be done again.
  .torn was she. torn betwixt retreat or advance. shattered utopia indeed. humour flashes briefly through
  her orbs. she was no pet to cosset. she resented retreat and moved forth, extremities bracing as she
  slowly made her way down a steep incline. Finding her footing, the fem slid down upon her haunches,
  almost sitting. She stood again and began moving forward. brushing against a limb the fem shyed away,
  the ivories of her spectacles exposed briefly. Her right forefoot struck forth, lancet clashing against hard
  sod. the naiad snorted unkindly and turned around, crania tilted slightly towards her leading extremity.
  pistons of feminine structure aided her up the incline once more and the nixie paused shortly for breath,
  nares dilated. Auids innoble upon her crown, the mare raised her apex, arabian lineage evident by her
  liberty to turn her magesterial crania. a pause. a scent. gone. the fem lowered her crania and blew softly
  upon the emerald stalks protruding from the earth. Nipping gently upon one blade, she lifted her
  culmination and slipped into the shadows, still seen but barely. a apparation she was. a hallucination. no
  longer a vison to the naked eye. this was no utopia. it was no heaven. it was hell |
  
  
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  |i|k|n|o|w|w|h|y|t|h|e|c|a|g|e|d|b|i|r|d|s|i|n|g|s|
  
  
  
  |i|k|n|o|w|w|h|y|t|h|e|c|a|g|e|d|b|i|r|d|s|i|n|g|s|
  imprison me in a cage
  isolate me
  locked within my perfect world
  throw away the key
  i don’t care now
  i have forgotten how
  to fly
  |i|k|n|o|w|w|h|y|t|h|e|c|a|g|e|d|b|i|r|d|s|i|n|g|s|
  
  |christened| bird in a gilded cage
  |alais|songbird
  |spell|springs of troika
  |heritage| vague
  |blessed|songbird of the fairer
  |kissed|contrast of gold and ivory
  |stature|svelte
  |reach to heaven|a dozen plus two. half of four
  |key to unlock my cage| bee
  
  
  | with the angel's innocence as her simple shield , she pirouettes the horizon , aghostly silhouette
  amidst the softening eve , against the eerie milieu of a waning moon's last ray . with the carefree touch of
  celestial perfection, the flawless ballerina moves intimately alongside the gentle current of a silken zephyr,
  the tender delicacy her trademark.the sorrow goes unwritten in the odyssey of time's eternal flow, and the
  forsaken maiden dances alone underneath the moon's travesty of light. relishing the secrets left unspoiled
  and pristine by the wan night, the adamantine strength of a faith, even broken, is her diaphanous sash
  about a slender frame, binding her, heaven's own mark. but with a bitter cry, she laments the deathless
  renewal of her own forte, and with a simple dip of the regal crown of she and the endless rhythm of a
  shattered heart breaking in the song of her dance, she defies solitude...dominance lancing within soft
  clarified optics of the stars. the tragic wail of a dying violin's last wail intermingles with the soft clarity of a
  music box's delicate melody, and the golden coryphée is untiring, the soft cloak of flawless defiance her
  singular defense against the cruelty of a mangled utopia drowned in the tears of the wronged. shattered
  though she might seem, weeping commingles with the soil 'pon the loam, and she continues her dance,
  darkness within her reach. laden was her soul, burdened by sorrow of all the harmed and wronged
  creatures she resided with or knew of. yet, her flawless movements sang of a lost time that lasted forever
  to she. tucking boa to her bodice, the inamorta's long plumes trails along the soft loam, leaving a textured
  line behind. roses linger within her gaze, full of sage, wisdom of the past and the present. the future
  remains mysterious to she. her dance referred to the lost beauty of the equid world, the lost freedom of
  unsacrificeable knowledge that the equine could bestow, and the eternally gone comfort of survival that
  the demoiselle had held once in a life time that never would exist again. she emitted a trill thru parted
  labia, sun kissed lips exposing brackish incisors, and but a ghostly form of aureate, she remained silent in
  her guesses, silent in her game of steps. Her tresses flow over her pelt, intwined with bits of bark, leaves,
  and dirt. she was nature. she was captive of the last beauty. music soars from within her to penetrate the
  aura surrounding the matriarch, and she rises, slender appendages cloaked in blood, blood that had
  stained upon her legs. nay, it was not her own. she lifts her crania, sphericals torn with rage. but of what,
  you ask? remorse?nay. hunger? aye. endearment enriches the shining surfaces of the flushed stained
  globes. the ochroid vixen wears upon her head a diadem marked only by a scar surrounding her
  twin-sticks. the rogues dubbed 'males', the diametrical, would never know how she was. nor would any
  other. she was an angel. a phantom apparation. a dove feathered in golden auroras. heartless. cold.
  defiant. decriptive enough? that was her opinion of all viriles. her dance halts and no longer does her
  unguli pierce through the pliable sod. no longer did she have faith in another innocent existence. treading
  upon hollow ground. yes, that was what she was doing. her voice lingers above the zenith of the land of
  mustangs, climaxing and fading forever away nadir. tainted nie was she. but others? aye. they all were.
  she was not one to boast but only she could become a femme fatale...only she could become the males
  worse nightmare and at the same time his most gratifying dream. within her grew a hatred for the
  opposite sex. nie was there a reason to give. aurals fall to her crown flat upon her sculptured boa,
  marking she as cautious.
  faith? was that a word? nie it was not. the flaxen she-beast began once more to move at a twi beat
  cadence, movements a flux of grace and fluidity. away from her tree. nie wait. it was not her tree. her
  crown moves side to side quickly as she shakes it, bits of soil falling from her silk lisles. beneath her
  rapiers sing small critters and above her sing the last birds of the night. to all she would remain
  anonymous except for the creatures of the night.
  together forever. tsk. tsk. is that what they all say now? she was no neophyte. Glancing about her, the
  golden fem began her trek across the land. About her slid nocturnal creatures and upon she was the only
  thing she lived for. A gentle zephyr upon her velvetten hide. Plumages of faint colour brush against her
  hocks and she plunges forth in speed, neck extending, lobes betwixt flat and innoble. Each muscled piston
  flew beneath her fay bod, each bending and straightening, locking and unlocking in a four-beat caper, and
  then without warning the inamorta stumbled over a root. gathering herself, the fem jumped, hind legs
  curled upward for the north segment to touch her gently upon the stomach. Her forelegs curled also.
  Extending them, she allowed full impact upon one foreleg then put down the other, continuing to cavort.
  Her nares flaring with exhaustion, the dove slid to a impede. invisible fingers curled through her tresses,
  lapping gently at her lathered form. the maiden was still, barrel rising and falling as she breathed heavily.
  tender delight coruscated fleetingly through her forsaken eliptics.
  .with the deity’s glittering ethereal blade and, an intrepid forth-thrust gait without flaw or fault, the
  elegant maid infringed on the marl. twin crimson seas roil within the turbulent gaze of a stern reprimand,
  and yet the undefined elegance of the lithe enigma reigns, a fair-countenanced ruler, in her shadowed
  heart. with a sweet mock, slender appendages cease their rhythmic churn and she dares the shadows to
  try an assault on her svelte frame. the wilderness of a lost utopia dances rampant in her unflinching gaze,
  and faded memoirs of a forsaken atlantis embitter her sheltered eyes as, with silent poise, the supple
  sunkissed maiden wends her way forth into lands to be explored. inclining a regal cranium unto the
  darkened firmament, a silken cry soars into the boundless cosmos, a initiative to announce her
  dominance, for she would settle no lower then the highest position. tough she must be. watch your step.
  nie was she talking to anyone. she was talking to herself. sweet murmurring escape thru her slender
  cavities as the fem flicked her plumage over her haunches, declaring this utopia hers. dangerous nie was
  she. inclement fervor dances ragged within her shattered fortitude. spheres calculate each groove of the
  soil, each hoof that marked its surface, each figure that strode over its seemingly undesirable existence.
  faintly a cry surfaces betwixt her labrums and she turns away. her heart had been lacerated before. that
  was never to be done again.
  .torn was she. torn betwixt retreat or advance. shattered utopia indeed. humour flashes briefly through
  her orbs. she was no pet to cosset. she resented retreat and moved forth, extremities bracing as she
  slowly made her way down a steep incline. Finding her footing, the fem slid down upon her haunches,
  almost sitting. She stood again and began moving forward. brushing against a limb the fem shyed away,
  the ivories of her spectacles exposed briefly. Her right forefoot struck forth, lancet clashing against hard
  sod. the naiad snorted unkindly and turned around, crania tilted slightly towards her leading extremity.
  pistons of feminine structure aided her up the incline once more and the nixie paused shortly for breath,
  nares dilated. Auids innoble upon her crown, the mare raised her apex, arabian lineage evident by her
  liberty to turn her magesterial crania. a pause. a scent. gone. the fem lowered her crania and blew softly
  upon the emerald stalks protruding from the earth. Nipping gently upon one blade, she lifted her
  culmination and slipped into the shadows, still seen but barely. a apparation she was. a hallucination. no
  longer a vison to the naked eye. this was no utopia. it was no heaven. it was hell |
  
  
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• test -- Baby J, 18:22:22 10/21/02 Mon
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  x IdLe DeViL x OrIgInAl PrAnKsTeR x My OwN wOrSt EnEmY x
  x your just jealous cause the voices talk to me x x distill the life thats inside of me x x schlange x carcass of defiant hand maiden uncermoniously parabolic’d - unmarked mask confronting serpent-brute. juxtaposed mirrors reflect scarlet hell raiser betwixt visor o’ trellised silks. x not so fast, kid. i call the shots 'round here x tined acoustics raze, fusing unto savage tiara of coquette virago ivories unsheathed in riot slander trained upon sunburnt hide of stalking blade, terminating in suspicion- ensuing in impious squeal. aerial framework exerts upon marred haunches, flaring b’ward evolving a lavish ambit btwixt bronc and ‘erself. x look at me, i'm singing to you x pensive harlot stares to the guerrilla with frigid diamonds, somber stars. frail helix, kissing ‘er inked bod so, tossing chaotic spiderwebs about her. disturbing inherent meditation, rose tinted ellipses accumulate essense of beau. acceleration upon pedicels protracted upon tattooed terre. velvetten dial aimed to beast’s boa, vigil snort expelled via valkyries larnyx.	x for real, cause underneath it all x x you are my real prince charming x x like the heat from the fire x x you were always burning x x anytime you're around x x my body keeps staling x x for your touch your kisses x x and your sweet romancin' x x theres anotha side a you x x that this here fem to adore x x aside from your insolence x x everything else secure x x you're good for me baby x x oh that, i'm sure x x cause over and over again x x i want more x	x you've been trapped inside my heart shapped box for weeks x x painting of black x twin ebonites held in trance, subliminal image captured o' mascu of shadow'd tint. fascination momentarily torn fro' prevalent obligation. obligation? nie, twas intricate puzzle of emotion manifesting within distraught psych. gems trace cryptic wanderings of serpant like motion. concaves re and tract, forming carbon mist round visage. x welcome to the jungle x soprano euphony released in voluntary clarion. facisals adopt grin as auids recieve liquid rhetoric from brute. second wave of sound given. x hello there x x lovely? x x far from x x but a compliment x x is a compliment x nairs lunged t'ward stranger. mist expelled.
  x AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi X x AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi X

  
  
  

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• test -- babyJ, 19:41:46 10/19/02 Sat
  
  

  | this is not for you | | the panther paces | | her world is so dark | | pupils extend to anti color | | thirteen shades of gray | | yet blackness is all she has | | ever witnessed | | her melodiac growl released | | echoing in glycerine | | yet remaining caustic | | yet blackness is all she has | | ever spoken | | the blackness destroys her | | and conceals her | | oh my casanova, my ozone baby | | my dear solitary boy | | who abuses his love with silence | | who mocks me with insupportable absense | | absense makes the heart grow fonder | | yet your absense destroys me | | and what is a fond heart | | without soul? | | for you - incomplete | |the issues of absense | | accepted amongst a chortle | | silently | | perhaps only a grin | | as always, questions unanswered | | love forgotten | | or maybe love rejected | | will plague her being | | neverwhere | | playful - speil mit mir* | | odd frolicsome nature | | overwhelmes her | | her arcobatics presented | | aires above ground | | she twas no lippizanner | | but could fly higher | | than any | | her frame of darkened hues | | wrenched about in manners | | of foals | | yet filladom hath only recently | | escaped her | | odd displays of emotion | | explanitory | | she dreams a champagne dream | | strawberry surprise - pink linen and white paper | | lavender and cream | | fields of butterflies | | reality escapes her | | she says that love is for fools who fall behind | | she's somewhere inbetween| | she doesn't really know | | never can really tell a killer from a savior | | p a n t h e r b l a c k | |ooc: sorry for the bad post, my bad. i just wanted to get things active round here and couldn't really think of anything, so i just started typing. i don't really know, so don't ask. she is in a really odd mood today. if you wanna join in her play, feel free to, after all "speil mit mir" literally means "play with me". i guess it is okay to act childish once in awhile, lol. | | btw: explanitory taken from a song - not my original work - giving credit to Fuel |

  
  
  
  

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• test -- babyJ, 19:40:23 10/19/02 Sat
  
  
  

  | this is not for you | | the panther paces | | her world is so dark | | pupils extend to anti color | | thirteen shades of gray | | yet blackness is all she has | | ever witnessed | | her melodiac growl released | | echoing in glycerine | | yet remaining caustic | | yet blackness is all she has | | ever spoken | | the blackness destroys her | | and conceals her | | oh my casanova, my ozone baby | | my dear solitary boy | | who abuses his love with silence | | who mocks me with insupportable absense | | absense makes the heart grow fonder | | yet your absense destroys me | | and what is a fond heart | | without soul? | | all that shimmers in the world | | is sure to fade away | | again | | it's to far away for me to hold | | to far away | | for you - incomplete | |the issues of absense | | accepted amongst a chortle | | silently | | perhaps only a grin | | as always, questions unanswered | | love forgotten | | or maybe love rejected | | will plague her being | | neverwhere | | playful - speil mit mir* | | odd frolicsome nature | | overwhelmes her | | her arcobatics presented | | aires above ground | | she twas no lippizanner | | but could fly higher | | than any | | her frame of darkened hues | | wrenched about in manners | | of foals | | yet filladom hath only recently | | escaped her | | odd displays of emotion | | explanitory | | she dreams a champagne dream | | strawberry surprise - pink linen and white paper | | lavender and cream | | fields of butterflies | | reality escapes her | | she says that love is for fools who fall behind | | she's somewhere inbetween| | she doesn't really know | | never can really tell a killer from a savior | | p a n t h e r b l a c k | |ooc: sorry for the bad post, my bad. i just wanted to get things active round here and couldn't really think of anything, so i just started typing. i don't really know, so don't ask. she is in a really odd mood today. if you wanna join in her play, feel free to, after all "speil mit mir" literally means "play with me". i guess it is okay to act childish once in awhile, lol. | | btw: explanitory taken from a song - not my original work - giving credit to Fuel |

  
  
  
  
  

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• test -- babyJ, 19:39:00 10/19/02 Sat
  
  
  

  | this is not for you | | the panther paces | | her world is so dark | | pupils extend to anti color | | thirteen shades of gray | | yet blackness is all she has | | ever witnessed | | her melodiac growl released | | echoing in glycerine | | yet remaining caustic | | yet blackness is all she has | | ever spoken | | the blackness destroys her | | and conceals her | | oh my casanova, my ozone baby | | my dear solitary boy | | who abuses his love with silence | | who mocks me with insupportable absense | | absense makes the heart grow fonder | | yet your absense destroys me | | and what is a fond heart | | without soul? | | all that shimmers in the world | | is sure to fade away | | again | | it's to far away for me to hold | | to far away | | for you - incomplete | |the issues of absense | | accepted amongst a chortle | | silently | | perhaps only a grin | | as always, questions unanswered | | love forgotten | | or maybe love rejected | | will plague her being | | neverwhere | | playful - speil mit mir* | | odd frolicsome nature | | overwhelmes her | | her arcobatics presented | | aires above ground | | she twas no lippizanner | | but could fly higher | | than any | | her frame of darkened hues | | wrenched about in manners | | of foals | | yet filladom hath only recently | | escaped her | | odd displays of emotion | | explanitory | | she dreams a champagne dream | | strawberry surprise - pink linen and white paper | | lavender and cream | | fields of butterflies | | reality escapes her | | she says that love is for fools who fall behind | | she's somewhere inbetween| | she doesn't really know | | never can really tell a killer from a savior | | p a n t h e r b l a c k | |ooc: sorry for the bad post, my bad. i just wanted to get things active round here and couldn't really think of anything, so i just started typing. i don't really know, so don't ask. she is in a really odd mood today. if you wanna join in her play, feel free to, after all "speil mit mir" literally means "play with me". i guess it is okay to act childish once in awhile, lol. | | btw: explanitory taken from a song - not my original work - giving credit to Fuel |

  
  
  
  
  

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• test -- babyJ, 19:34:05 10/19/02 Sat
  
  
  
  
  | this is not for you |
  
  
  | the panther paces |
  
  | her world is so dark |
  | pupils extend to anti color |
  | thirteen shades of gray |
  
  | yet blackness is all she has |
  | ever witnessed |
  
  | her melodiac growl released |
  | echoing in glycerine |
  | yet remaining caustic |
  
  | yet blackness is all she has |
  | ever spoken |
  
  | the blackness destroys her |
  | and conceals her |
  
  | oh my casanova, my ozone baby |
  | my dear solitary boy |
  | who abuses his love with silence |
  | who mocks me with insupportable absense |
  
  | absense makes the heart grow fonder |
  | yet your absense destroys me |
  | and what is a fond heart |
  | without soul? |
  
  | all that shimmers in the world |
  | is sure to fade away |
  | again |
  | it's to far away for me to hold |
  | to far away |
  
  | for you - incomplete |
  
  | the issues of absense |
  | accepted amongst a chortle |
  | silently |
  | perhaps only a grin |
  
  | as always, questions unanswered |
  | love forgotten |
  | or maybe love rejected |
  | will plague her being |
  | neverwhere |
  
  | playful - speil mit mir* |
  
  | odd frolicsome nature |
  | overwhelmes her |
  
  | her arcobatics presented |
  | aires above ground |
  | she twas no lippizanner |
  | but could fly higher |
  | than any |
  
  | her frame of darkened hues |
  | wrenched about in manners |
  | of foals |
  
  | yet filladom hath only recently |
  | escaped her |
  | odd displays of emotion |
  
  | explanitory |
  
  | she dreams a champagne dream |
  | strawberry surprise - pink linen and white paper |
  | lavender and cream |
  | fields of butterflies |
  | reality escapes her |
  | she says that love is for fools who fall behind |
  | she's somewhere inbetween|
  | she doesn't really know |
  | never can really tell a killer from a savior |
  
  | p a n t h e r b l a c k |
  
  |ooc: sorry for the bad post, my bad. i just wanted to get things active round here and couldn't really think of anything, so i just started typing. i don't really know, so don't ask. she is in a really odd mood today. if you wanna join in her play, feel free to, after all "speil mit mir" literally means "play with me". i guess it is okay to act childish once in awhile, lol. |
  | btw: explanitory taken from a song - not my original work - giving credit to Fuel |
  
  
  
  
  
  

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• test -- babyJ, 19:32:48 10/19/02 Sat
  
  
  
  
  | this is not for you |
  
  
  | the panther paces |
  
  | her world is so dark |
  | pupils extend to anti color |
  | thirteen shades of gray |
  
  | yet blackness is all she has |
  | ever witnessed |
  
  | her melodiac growl released |
  | echoing in glycerine |
  | yet remaining caustic |
  
  | yet blackness is all she has |
  | ever spoken |
  
  | the blackness destroys her |
  | and conceals her |
  
  | oh my casanova, my ozone baby |
  | my dear solitary boy |
  | who abuses his love with silence |
  | who mocks me with insupportable absense |
  
  | absense makes the heart grow fonder |
  | yet your absense destroys me |
  | and what is a fond heart |
  | without soul? |
  
  | all that shimmers in the world |
  | is sure to fade away |
  | again |
  | it's to far away for me to hold |
  | to far away |
  
  | for you - incomplete |
  
  | the issues of absense |
  | accepted amongst a chortle |
  | silently |
  | perhaps only a grin |
  
  | as always, questions unanswered |
  | love forgotten |
  | or maybe love rejected |
  | will plague her being |
  | neverwhere |
  
  | playful - speil mit mir* |
  
  | odd frolicsome nature |
  | overwhelmes her |
  
  | her arcobatics presented |
  | aires above ground |
  | she twas no lippizanner |
  | but could fly higher |
  | than any |
  
  | her frame of darkened hues |
  | wrenched about in manners |
  | of foals |
  
  | yet filladom hath only recently |
  | escaped her |
  | odd displays of emotion |
  
  | explanitory |
  
  | she dreams a champagne dream |
  | strawberry surprise - pink linen and white paper |
  | lavender and cream |
  | fields of butterflies |
  | reality escapes her |
  | she says that love is for fools who fall behind |
  | she's somewhere inbetween|
  | she doesn't really know |
  | never can really tell a killer from a savior |
  
  | p a n t h e r b l a c k |
  
  |ooc: sorry for the bad post, my bad. i just wanted to get things active round here and couldn't really think of anything, so i just started typing. i don't really know, so don't ask. she is in a really odd mood today. if you wanna join in her play, feel free to, after all "speil mit mir" literally means "play with me". i guess it is okay to act childish once in awhile, lol. |
  | btw: explanitory taken from a song - not my original work - giving credit to Fuel |
  
  
  
  
  
  

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• test -- babyJ, 19:29:14 10/19/02 Sat
  
  
  
  
  
  
  | this is not for you |
  
  | the panther paces |
  
  | her world is so dark |
  | pupils extend to anti color |
  | thirteen shades of gray |
  
  | yet blackness is all she has |
  | ever witnessed |
  
  | her melodiac growl released |
  | echoing in glycerine |
  | yet remaining caustic |
  
  | yet blackness is all she has |
  | ever spoken |
  
  | the blackness destroys her |
  | and conceals her |
  
  | oh my casanova, my ozone baby |
  | my dear solitary boy |
  | who abuses his love with silence |
  | who mocks me with insupportable absense |
  
  | absense makes the heart grow fonder |
  | yet your absense destroys me |
  | and what is a fond heart |
  | without soul? |
  
  | all that shimmers in the world |
  | is sure to fade away |
  | again |
  | it's to far away for me to hold |
  | to far away |
  
  | for you - incomplete |
  
  | the issues of absense |
  | accepted amongst a chortle |
  | silently |
  | perhaps only a grin |
  
  | as always, questions unanswered |
  | love forgotten |
  | or maybe love rejected |
  | will plague her being |
  | neverwhere |
  
  | playful - speil mit mir* |
  
  | odd frolicsome nature |
  | overwhelmes her |
  
  | her arcobatics presented |
  | aires above ground |
  | she twas no lippizanner |
  | but could fly higher |
  | than any |
  
  | her frame of darkened hues |
  | wrenched about in manners |
  | of foals |
  
  | yet filladom hath only recently |
  | escaped her |
  | odd displays of emotion |
  
  | explanitory |
  
  | she dreams a champagne dream |
  | strawberry surprise - pink linen and white paper |
  | lavender and cream |
  | fields of butterflies |
  | reality escapes her |
  | she says that love is for fools who fall behind |
  | she's somewhere inbetween|
  | she doesn't really know |
  | never can really tell a killer from a savior |
  
  | p a n t h e r b l a c k |
  
  |ooc: sorry for the bad post, my bad. i just wanted to get things active round here and couldn't really think of anything, so i just started typing. i don't really know, so don't ask. she is in a really odd mood today. if you wanna join in her play, feel free to, after all "speil mit mir" literally means "play with me". i guess it is okay to act childish once in awhile, lol. |
  | btw: explanitory taken from a song - not my original work - giving credit to Fuel |
  
  
  
  
  
  

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• test -- babyJ, 19:26:52 10/19/02 Sat
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  | this is not for you |

  | the panther paces | | her world is so dark | | pupils extend to anti color | | thirteen shades of gray | | yet blackness is all she has | | ever witnessed | | her melodiac growl released | | echoing in glycerine | | yet remaining caustic | | yet blackness is all she has | | ever spoken | | the blackness destroys her | | and conceals her | | oh my casanova, my ozone baby | | my dear solitary boy | | who abuses his love with silence | | who mocks me with insupportable absense | | absense makes the heart grow fonder | | yet your absense destroys me | | and what is a fond heart | | without soul? | | all that shimmers in the world | | is sure to fade away | | again | | it's to far away for me to hold | | to far away |

  | for you - incomplete |

  | the issues of absense | | accepted amongst a chortle | | silently | | perhaps only a grin | | as always, questions unanswered | | love forgotten | | or maybe love rejected | | will plague her being | | neverwhere |

  | playful - speil mit mir* |

  | odd frolicsome nature | | overwhelmes her | | her arcobatics presented | | aires above ground | | she twas no lippizanner | | but could fly higher | | than any | | her frame of darkened hues | | wrenched about in manners | | of foals | | yet filladom hath only recently | | escaped her | | odd displays of emotion |

  | explanitory |

  | she dreams a champagne dream | | strawberry surprise - pink linen and white paper | | lavender and cream | | fields of butterflies | | reality escapes her | | she says that love is for fools who fall behind | | she's somewhere inbetween| | she doesn't really know | | never can really tell a killer from a savior |

  | p a n t h e r b l a c k |

  |ooc: sorry for the bad post, my bad. i just wanted to get things active round here and couldn't really think of anything, so i just started typing. i don't really know, so don't ask. she is in a really odd mood today. if you wanna join in her play, feel free to, after all "speil mit mir" literally means "play with me". i guess it is okay to act childish once in awhile, lol. | | btw: explanitory taken from a song - not my original work - giving credit to Fuel |

  
  
  
  
  

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• test -- baby j, 20:15:23 10/17/02 Thu
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  x IdLe DeViL x OrIgInAl PrAnKsTeR x My OwN wOrSt EnEmY x
  x what do we have here? x achromatic outline visable from perspective hidden explicit silhouette acryliced unto wall of singed terra flaxen - blushing pink - scarlet - crepuscule graffiti? painted solomn black? nein, this creature was not a mere image x the very finest x actuating upon tetrad adz delinquent condemns the land idly his motion continues loitering about in odd steps of nonchalant curiosity x hello sweethearts x acoustics flicker in apathy intricated cerebrum drifting inadvertently lethargic rings animated ashen tones fall upon figures of equus	x i wish i would’ve met you x x now it’s a little late x x what you could’ve taught me x x i could have saved some face x x they think that your early ending x x was all wrong x x for the most part they’re right x x but look how they all got strong x x that’s why i say hey man, nice shot x x what a good shot man x x a man x x has gun x x hey man x x have fun x x nice shot x x now that the smoke’s gone x x and the air is all clear x x those who were right there x x got a new kind of fear x x you’d fight and you were right x x but they were just too strong x x they’d stick it in your face x x and let you smell what they consider wrong x x that’s why i say hey man, nice shot x x what a good shot man x x a man x x has gun x x hey man x x have fun x x nice shot x x i wish i would have met you x x i wish i would have met you x x i’d say x x nice shot x	x dubbed x call me american graffiti x chromosomes x XY x spray painted x simple black for me x doing time x if you must know- 72 rotations of the moon x liniage x how should i know? x reach to my hell x negative .65 - figure it out x memoir x robbin’ the hood x mind x don’t ask - don’t tell x phrase x killer bee
  x AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi X x AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi X

  
  
  

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• test -- baby j, 20:13:50 10/17/02 Thu
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  x IdLe DeViL x OrIgInAl PrAnKsTeR x My OwN wOrSt EnEmY x
  x what do we have here? x achromatic outline visable from perspective hidden explicit silhouette acryliced unto wall of singed terra flaxen - blushing pink - scarlet - crepuscule graffiti? painted solomn black? nein, this creature was not a mere image x the very finest x actuating upon tetrad adz delinquent condemns the land idly his motion continues loitering about in odd steps of nonchalant curiosity x hello sweethearts x acoustics flicker in apathy intricated cerebrum drifting inadvertently lethargic rings animated ashen tones fall upon figures of equus	x i wish i would’ve met you x x now it’s a little late x x what you could’ve taught me x x i could have saved some face x x they think that your early ending x x was all wrong x x for the most part they’re right x x but look how they all got strong x x that’s why i say hey man, nice shot x x what a good shot man x x a man x x has gun x x hey man x x have fun x x nice shot x x now that the smoke’s gone x x and the air is all clear x x those who were right there x x got a new kind of fear x x you’d fight and you were right x x but they were just too strong x x they’d stick it in your face x x and let you smell what they consider wrong x x that’s why i say hey man, nice shot x x what a good shot man x x a man x x has gun x x hey man x x have fun x x nice shot x x i wish i would have met you x x i wish i would have met you x x i’d say x x nice shot x	x dubbed x call me american graffiti x chromosomes x XY x spray painted x simple black for me x doing time x if you must know- 72 rotations of the moon x liniage x how should i know? x reach to my hell x negative .65 - figure it out x memoir x robbin’ the hood x mind x don’t ask - don’t tell x phrase x killer bee
  x AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi X x AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi X x AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi X

  
  
  

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• test -- baby j, 20:12:26 10/17/02 Thu
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  x IdLe DeViL x OrIgInAl PrAnKsTeR x My OwN wOrSt EnEmY x
  x what do we have here? x achromatic outline visable from perspective hidden explicit silhouette acryliced unto wall of singed terra flaxen - blushing pink - scarlet - crepuscule graffiti? painted solomn black? nein, this creature was not a mere image x the very finest x actuating upon tetrad adz delinquent condemns the land idly his motion continues loitering about in odd steps of nonchalant curiosity x hello sweethearts x acoustics flicker in apathy intricated cerebrum drifting inadvertently lethargic rings animated ashen tones fall upon figures of equus	x i wish i would’ve met you x x now it’s a little late x x what you could’ve taught me x x i could have saved some face x x they think that your early ending x x was all wrong x x for the most part they’re right x x but look how they all got strong x x that’s why i say hey man, nice shot x x what a good shot man x x a man x x has gun x x hey man x x have fun x x nice shot x x now that the smoke’s gone x x and the air is all clear x x those who were right there x x got a new kind of fear x x you’d fight and you were right x x but they were just too strong x x they’d stick it in your face x x and let you smell what they consider wrong x x that’s why i say hey man, nice shot x x what a good shot man x x a man x x has gun x x hey man x x have fun x x nice shot x x i wish i would have met you x x i wish i would have met you x x i’d say x x nice shot x	x dubbed x call me american graffiti x chromosomes x XY x spray painted x simple black for me x doing time x if you must know- 72 rotations of the moon x liniage x how should i know? x reach to my hell x negative .65 - figure it out x memoir x robbin’ the hood x mind x don’t ask - don’t tell x phrase x killer bee
  x AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi X x AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi X x AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi X

  
  
  

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• test -- baby j, 20:11:10 10/17/02 Thu
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  x IdLe DeViL x OrIgInAl PrAnKsTeR x My OwN wOrSt EnEmY x
  x what do we have here? x achromatic outline visable from perspective hidden explicit silhouette acryliced unto wall of singed terra flaxen - blushing pink - scarlet - crepuscule graffiti? painted solomn black? nein, this creature was not a mere image x the very finest x actuating upon tetrad adz delinquent condemns the land idly his motion continues loitering about in odd steps of nonchalant curiosity x hello sweethearts x acoustics flicker in apathy intricated cerebrum drifting inadvertently lethargic rings animated ashen tones fall upon figures of equus	x i wish i would’ve met you x x now it’s a little late x x what you could’ve taught me x x i could have saved some face x x they think that your early ending x x was all wrong x x for the most part they’re right x x but look how they all got strong x x that’s why i say hey man, nice shot x x what a good shot man x x a man x x has gun x x hey man x x have fun x x nice shot x x now that the smoke’s gone x x and the air is all clear x x those who were right there x x got a new kind of fear x x you’d fight and you were right x x but they were just too strong x x they’d stick it in your face x x and let you smell what they consider wrong x x that’s why i say hey man, nice shot x x what a good shot man x x a man x x has gun x x hey man x x have fun x x nice shot x x i wish i would have met you x x i wish i would have met you x x i’d say x x nice shot x	x dubbed x call me american graffiti x chromosomes x XY x spray painted x simple black for me x doing time x if you must know- 72 rotations of the moon x liniage x how should i know? x reach to my hell x negative .65 - figure it out x memoir x robbin’ the hood x mind x don’t ask - don’t tell x phrase x killer bee
  x AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi X x AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi X x AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi Xx AmErIcAn GrAfFiTi X

  
  
  

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• test -- baby j, 16:42:16 10/16/02 Wed
  
  
  |the panther paces|
  
  |i feel dead|
  |far away|
  |defunct in my own|
  |abnormal anti existence|
  
  |with very little to remind her
  |of herselves or her past|
  |or even her tomorrows|
  |especially when the present burns|
  |blistering with intricacies
  |her reflection and her fear|
  |a bring flash to pursue|
  |a dark slash to escape|
  |her spry interplay of hidden things|
  |and her visible wings|
  |rippling upon that great black sail|
  |of iron and andiron|
  |thin and fractionary|
  |a covenant of light|
  |ark for the instant|
  |echoing out the dark and the other|
  |harmonizing with every broken philosophy|
  |or displaced memory|
  |and so thrust by shadow|
  |and the vague hope|
  |of color into a rhapsody of motion and meaning|
  |albeit momentary|
  |her pupils abstracting wider|
  |crescenting still|
  |and blacker|
  |recieving all of it|
  |and even more of it|
  |though still only beholding some of it|
  |until in the rage of reception|
  |this clawing fearing shade|
  |loses herself in fleeting madness|
  |desire for sanguine fluid |
  |herself after it all|
  |as if she were possessed|
  |as if that kind of physical responce|
  |could approximate the witnessed world|
  |which it can’t|
  |though very little matters|
  |enough to prevent the try|
  |all of which is to say|
  |in the end|
  |she is but a panther|
  |but panthers to talk to just the same|
  |before in her own weaving and wending|
  |she disappears|
  |just as she first appeared|
  |concepting from your imagination|
  |vanishing amongst the shadows|
  |her velvet melting|
  |slinking back into that place of urban decay|
  |anti-sound|
  
  |look what the cat dragged in|
  
  <| p a n t h e r b l a c k|
  
  |ooc: sorry: i know you were intending on
  conversing with resh’ta-ni, but just
  wanted to make an introduction. i know,
  not much of a welcoming post, but that’s what my
  intentions were, heh|
  
  
  
  

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  test -- baby j, 16:40:52 10/16/02 Wed
  
  
  |the panther paces|
  
  |i feel dead|
  |far away|
  |defunct in my own|
  |abnormal anti existence|
  
  |with very little to remind her
  |of herselves or her past|
  |or even her tomorrows|
  |especially when the present burns|
  |blistering with intricacies
  |her reflection and her fear|
  |a bring flash to pursue|
  |a dark slash to escape|
  |her spry interplay of hidden things|
  |and her visible wings|
  |rippling upon that great black sail|
  |of iron and andiron|
  |thin and fractionary|
  |a covenant of light|
  |ark for the instant|
  |echoing out the dark and the other|
  |harmonizing with every broken philosophy|
  |or displaced memory|
  |and so thrust by shadow|
  |and the vague hope|
  |of color into a rhapsody of motion and meaning|
  |albeit momentary|
  |her pupils abstracting wider|
  |crescenting still|
  |and blacker|
  |recieving all of it|
  |and even more of it|
  |though still only beholding some of it|
  |until in the rage of reception|
  |this clawing fearing shade|
  |loses herself in fleeting madness|
  |desire for sanguine fluid |
  |herself after it all|
  |as if she were possessed|
  |as if that kind of physical responce|
  |could approximate the witnessed world|
  |which it can’t|
  |though very little matters|
  |enough to prevent the try|
  |all of which is to say|
  |in the end|
  |she is but a panther|
  |but panthers to talk to just the same|
  |before in her own weaving and wending|
  |she disappears|
  |just as she first appeared|
  |concepting from your imagination|
  |vanishing amongst the shadows|
  |her velvet melting|
  |slinking back into that place of urban decay|
  |anti-sound|
  
  |look what the cat dragged in|
  
  <| p a n t h e r b l a c k
  |
  
  |ooc: sorry: i know you were intending on
  conversing with resh’ta-ni, but just
  wanted to make an introduction. i know,
  not much of a welcoming post, but that’s what my
  intentions were, heh|
  
  
  
  

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  test -- baby j, 16:38:42 10/16/02 Wed
  
  
  |the panther paces|
  
  |i feel dead|
  |far away|
  |defunct in my own|
  |abnormal anti existence|
  
  |with very little to remind her
  |of herselves or her past|
  |or even her tomorrows|
  |especially when the present burns|
  |blistering with intricacies
  |her reflection and her fear|
  |a bring flash to pursue|
  |a dark slash to escape|
  |her spry interplay of hidden things|
  |and her visible wings|
  |rippling upon that great black sail|
  |of iron and andiron|
  |thin and fractionary|
  |a covenant of light|
  |ark for the instant|
  |echoing out the dark and the other|
  |harmonizing with every broken philosophy|
  |or displaced memory|
  |and so thrust by shadow|
  |and the vague hope|
  |of color into a rhapsody of motion and meaning|
  |albeit momentary|
  |her pupils abstracting wider|
  |crescenting still|
  |and blacker|
  |recieving all of it|
  |and even more of it|
  |though still only beholding some of it|
  |until in the rage of reception|
  |this clawing fearing shade|
  |loses herself in fleeting madness|
  |desire for sanguine fluid |
  |herself after it all|
  |as if she were possessed|
  |as if that kind of physical responce|
  |could approximate the witnessed world|
  |which it can’t|
  |though very little matters|
  |enough to prevent the try|
  |all of which is to say|
  |in the end|
  |she is but a panther|
  |but panthers to talk to just the same|
  |before in her own weaving and wending|
  |she disappears|
  |just as she first appeared|
  |concepting from your imagination|
  |vanishing amongst the shadows|
  |her velvet melting|
  |slinking back into that place of urban decay|
  |anti-sound|
  
  |look what the cat dragged in|
  
  <| p a n t h e r b l a c k |
  
  |ooc: sorry: i know you were intending on
  conversing with resh’ta-ni, but just
  wanted to make an introduction. i know,
  not much of a welcoming post, but that’s what my
  intentions were, heh|
  
  
  
  

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  test -- baby j, 16:37:27 10/16/02 Wed
  
  
  |the panther paces|
  
  |i feel dead|
  |far away|
  |defunct in my own|
  |abnormal anti existence|
  
  |with very little to remind her
  |of herselves or her past|
  |or even her tomorrows|
  |especially when the present burns|
  |blistering with intricacies
  |her reflection and her fear|
  |a bring flash to pursue|
  |a dark slash to escape|
  |her spry interplay of hidden things|
  |and her visible wings|
  |rippling upon that great black sail|
  |of iron and andiron|
  |thin and fractionary|
  |a covenant of light|
  |ark for the instant|
  |echoing out the dark and the other|
  |harmonizing with every broken philosophy|
  |or displaced memory|
  |and so thrust by shadow|
  |and the vague hope|
  |of color into a rhapsody of motion and meaning|
  |albeit momentary|
  |her pupils abstracting wider|
  |crescenting still|
  |and blacker|
  |recieving all of it|
  |and even more of it|
  |though still only beholding some of it|
  |until in the rage of reception|
  |this clawing fearing shade|
  |loses herself in fleeting madness|
  |desire for sanguine fluid |
  |herself after it all|
  |as if she were possessed|
  |as if that kind of physical responce|
  |could approximate the witnessed world|
  |which it can’t|
  |though very little matters|
  |enough to prevent the try|
  |all of which is to say|
  |in the end|
  |she is but a panther|
  |but panthers to talk to just the same|
  |before in her own weaving and wending|
  |she disappears|
  |just as she first appeared|
  |concepting from your imagination|
  |vanishing amongst the shadows|
  |her velvet melting|
  |slinking back into that place of urban decay|
  |anti-sound|
  
  |look what the cat dragged in|
  
  <| p a n t h e r b l a c k |
  
  |ooc: sorry: i know you were intending on
  conversing with resh’ta-ni, but just
  wanted to make an introduction. i know,
  not much of a welcoming post, but that’s what my
  intentions were, heh|
  
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  test -- babyj, 13:08:01 10/14/02 Mon
  
  
  
  
  
  

  † reject from society †
  † twin gems of hauntings past fall upon vague form of brute. emotion hidden amongst the memories of abandonment. distraught skeleton, a casualty of self downfall, wrenched aside upon inept irons. even her intuition hath ruined ‘er. nymph t’was in nie state to brawl t’with stranger mascu. nerves calm as brujo appears lucid. though appearances are often deceiving. †	†hey pretty† † believe me, bad life† †doesn’t even begin to describe† †what i’ve lived through† †you know you offer is too good† †to resist† †and you know that i am not too good† †at resisting temptation† †think you can handle me?† †i can take it. can you?† †and one more thing casanova† †i ain’t no sweet thing†
  †rogue†

  
  

  
  
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  test -- babyj, 13:04:35 10/14/02 Mon
  
  
  
  
  
  

  † reject from society †
  † twin gems of hauntings past fall upon vague form of brute. emotion hidden amongst the memories of abandonment. distraught skeleton, a casualty of self downfall, wrenched aside upon inept irons. even her intuition hath ruined ‘er. nymph t’was in nie state to brawl t’with stranger mascu. nerves calm as brujo appears lucid. though appearances are often deceiving. †	†hey pretty† † believe me, bad life† †doesn’t even begin to describe† †what i’ve lived through† †you know you offer is too good† †to resist† †and you know that i am not too good† †at resisting temptation† †think you can handle me?† †i can take it. can you?† †and one more thing casanova† †i am no sweet thing†
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  test -- babyj, 13:03:02 10/14/02 Mon
  
  
  
  
  
  

  † reject from society †
  † twin gems of hauntings past fall upon vague form of brute. emotion hidden amongst the memories of abandonment. distraught skeleton, a casualty of self downfall, wrenched aside upon inept irons. even her intuition hath ruined ‘er. nymph t’was in nie state to brawl t’with stranger mascu. nerves calm as brujo appears lucid. though appearances are often deceiving. †	†hey pretty† † believe me, bad life† †doesn’t even begin to describe† †what i’ve lived through† †you know you offer is too good† †to resist† †and you know that i am not too good† †at resisting temptation† †think you can handle me?† †i can take it. can you?† †and one more thing casanova† †i am no sweet thing†
  †rogue†

  
  
  
  

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• test -- babyj, 13:01:25 10/14/02 Mon
  
  
  
  
  
  

  † reject from society †
  † twin gems of hauntings past fall upon vague form of brute. emotion hidden amongst the memories of abandonment. distraught skeleton, a casualty of self downfall, wrenched aside upon inept irons. even her intuition hath ruined ‘er. nymph t’was in nie state to brawl t’with stranger mascu. nerves calm as brujo appears lucid. though appearances are often deceiving. †	†hey pretty† † believe me, bad life† †doesn’t even begin to describe† †what i’ve lived through† †you know you offer is too good† †to resist† †and you know that i am not too good† †at resisting temptation† †think you can handle me?† †i can take it. can you?† †and one more thing casanova† †i am no sweet thing†
  †rogue†

  
  
  

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• test -- babyj, 12:59:15 10/14/02 Mon
  
  
  
  
  
  

  † reject from society †
  † twin gems of hauntings past fall upon vague form of brute. emotion hidden amongst the memories of abandonment. distraught skeleton, a casualty of self downfall, wrenched aside upon inept irons. even her intuition hath ruined ‘er. nymph t’was in nie state to brawl t’with stranger mascu. nerves calm as brujo appears lucid. though appearances are often deceiving. †	†hey pretty† † believe me, bad life† †doesn’t even begin to describe† †what i’ve lived through† †you know you offer is too good† †to resist† †and you know that i am not too good† †at resisting temptation† †think you can handle me?† †i can take it. can you?† †and one more thing casanova† †i am no sweet thing†
  †rogue†

  
  
  
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• test -- Baby J, 18:12:02 10/12/02 Sat
  
  
  
  
  
  

  † reject from society †
  † lone outline manifests within intuition, disgracing by her presense. the stigma she was. lissome femme had attemped and faltered. ignorantly had fallen she, into a spiral of degradation. virago t’was in a wretched state.† † paint’d demoiselle elucidates herself upon the terra incognito. anorexic bod wrenched along by drawn appendages. aphoristic cage of ivory bones conspicuous from starvation , vacillating wrenching in childlike accent.† † neoteric cicatrixs; tattoos inflicted upon herself † †some call it dementia. she calls it punishment† † single clarion emitted by means of ‘er larnyx † † how odd † † the rejected tramp was searching for others † † perhaps socialization would benefit her† ooc: she is a rather sweet mare, you just hafta get to know here. lol, she just has some problems, but don’t we all?	†slash my wrist† †give the blade a final twist† †scar my marred corpse† †a forlorn search for inner peace† †forlorn search for release† † as if my life isn’t hard enough† †i am the original nihilist† †i don’t need you to be my apologist† †i don’t want your empathy† † i only feel depression and shame† †strive to forget the pain† † i couldn’t change if i wanted to† †you can call it self-abuse† †or just another excuse† †i call it forgiveness† †to avoid facing up to reality† †that’s just my mentality† † this life ain’t worth living †
  †rogue†

  
  
  

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• test -- Baby J, 18:10:38 10/12/02 Sat
  
  
  
  
  
  

  † reject from society †
  † lone outline manifests within intuition, disgracing by her presense. the stigma she was. lissome femme had attemped and faltered. ignorantly had fallen she, into a spiral of degradation. virago t’was in a wretched state.† † paint’d demoiselle elucidates herself upon the terra incognito. anorexic bod wrenched along by drawn appendages. aphoristic cage of ivory bones conspicuous from starvation , vacillating wrenching in childlike accent.† † neoteric cicatrixs; tattoos inflicted upon herself † †some call it dementia. she calls it punishment† † single clarion emitted by means of ‘er larnyx † † how odd † † the rejected tramp was searching for others † † perhaps socialization would benefit her† ooc: she is a rather sweet mare, you just hafta get to know here. lol, she just has some problems, but don’t we all?	†slash my wrist† †give the blade a final twist† †scar my marred corpse† †a forlorn search for inner peace† †forlorn search for release† † as if my life isn’t hard enough† †i am the original nihilist† †i don’t need you to be my apologist† †i don’t want your empathy† † i only feel depression and shame† †strive to forget the pain† † i couldn’t change if i wanted to† †you can call it self-abuse† †or just another excuse† †i call it forgiveness† †to avoid facing up to reality† †that’s just my mentality† † this life ain’t worth living †
  †rogue†

  
  
  

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• test -- Baby J, 18:07:35 10/12/02 Sat
  
  
  
  
  
  

  † reject from society †
  † lone outline manifests within intuition, disgracing by her presense. the stigma she was. lissome femme had attemped and faltered. ignorantly had fallen she, into a spiral of degradation. virago t’was in a wretched state.† † paint’d demoiselle elucidates herself upon the terra incognito. anorexic bod wrenched along by drawn appendages. aphoristic cage of ivory bones conspicuous from starvation , vacillating wrenching in childlike accent.† † neoteric cicatrixs; tattoos inflicted upon herself † †some call it dementia. she calls it punishment† † single clarion emitted by means of ‘er larnyx † † how odd † † the rejected tramp was searching for others † † perhaps socialization would benefit her† ooc: she is a rather sweet mare, you just hafta get to know here. lol, she just has some problems, but don’t we all?	†slash my wrist† †give the blade a final twist† †scar my marred corpse† †a forlorn search for inner peace† †forlorn search for release† † as if my life isn’t hard enough† †i am the original nihilist† †i don’t need you to be my apologist† †i don’t want your empathy† † i only feel depression and shame† †strive to forget the pain† † i couldn’t change if i wanted to† †you can call it self-abuse† †or just another excuse† †i call it forgiveness† †to avoid facing up to reality† †that’s just my mentality† † this life ain’t worth living †
  †rogue†

  
  
  

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• test -- Baby J, 18:05:55 10/12/02 Sat
  
  
  
  
  
  

  † lone outline manifests within intuition, disgracing by her presense. the stigma she was. lissome femme had attemped and faltered. ignorantly had fallen she, into a spiral of degradation. virago t’was in a wretched state.† † paint’d demoiselle elucidates herself upon the terra incognito. anorexic bod wrenched along by drawn appendages. aphoristic cage of ivory bones conspicuous from starvation , vacillating wrenching in childlike accent.† † neoteric cicatrixs; tattoos inflicted upon herself † †some call it dementia. she calls it punishment† † single clarion emitted by means of ‘er larnyx † † how odd † † the rejected tramp was searching for others † † perhaps socialization would benefit her† ooc: she is a rather sweet mare, you just hafta get to know here. lol, she just has some problems, but don’t we all?

  †slash my wrist† †give the blade a final twist† †scar my marred corpse† †a forlorn search for inner peace† †forlorn search for release† † as if my life isn’t hard enough† †i am the original nihilist† †i don’t need you to be my apologist† †i don’t want your empathy† † i only feel depression and shame† †strive to forget the pain† † i couldn’t change if i wanted to† †you can call it self-abuse† †or just another excuse† †i call it forgiveness† †to avoid facing up to reality† †that’s just my mentality† † this life ain’t worth living †

  †rogue†

  
  
  

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• test -- Baby J, 18:03:52 10/12/02 Sat
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  /// -- BJ, 17:10:26 09/14/02 Sat
  

  † lone outline manifests within intuition, disgracing by her presense. the stigma she was. lissome femme had attemped and faltered. ignorantly had fallen she, into a spiral of degradation. virago t’was in a wretched state.† † paint’d demoiselle elucidates herself upon the terra incognito. anorexic bod wrenched along by drawn appendages. aphoristic cage of ivory bones conspicuous from starvation , vacillating wrenching in childlike accent.† † neoteric cicatrixs; tattoos inflicted upon herself † †some call it dementia. she calls it punishment† † single clarion emitted by means of ‘er larnyx † † how odd † † the rejected tramp was searching for others † † perhaps socialization would benefit her† ooc: she is a rather sweet mare, you just hafta get to know here. lol, she just has some problems, but don’t we all?

  †slash my wrist† †give the blade a final twist† †scar my marred corpse† †a forlorn search for inner peace† †forlorn search for release† † as if my life isn’t hard enough† †i am the original nihilist† †i don’t need you to be my apologist† †i don’t want your empathy† † i only feel depression and shame† †strive to forget the pain† † i couldn’t change if i wanted to† †you can call it self-abuse† †or just another excuse† †i call it forgiveness† †to avoid facing up to reality† †that’s just my mentality† † this life ain’t worth living †

  †rogue† [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] test -- Baby J, 18:02:01 10/12/02 Sat † lone outline manifests within intuition, disgracing by her presense. the stigma she was. lissome femme had attemped and faltered. ignorantly had fallen she, into a spiral of degradation. virago t’was in a wretched state.† † paint’d demoiselle elucidates herself upon the terra incognito. anorexic bod wrenched along by drawn appendages. aphoristic cage of ivory bones conspicuous from starvation , vacillating wrenching in childlike accent.† † neoteric cicatrixs; tattoos inflicted upon herself † †some call it dementia. she calls it punishment† † single clarion emitted by means of ‘er larnyx † † how odd † † the rejected tramp was searching for others † † perhaps socialization would benefit her† ooc: she is a rather sweet mare, you just hafta get to know here. lol, she just has some problems, but don’t we all? †slash my wrist† †give the blade a final twist† †scar my marred corpse† †a forlorn search for inner peace† †forlorn search for release† † as if my life isn’t hard enough† †i am the original nihilist† †i don’t need you to be my apologist† †i don’t want your empathy† † i only feel depression and shame† †strive to forget the pain† † i couldn’t change if i wanted to† †you can call it self-abuse† †or just another excuse† †i call it forgiveness† †to avoid facing up to reality† †that’s just my mentality† † this life ain’t worth living † †rogue† [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] test -- Baby J, 18:00:30 10/12/02 Sat † lone outline manifests within intuition, disgracing by her presense. the stigma she was. lissome femme had attemped and faltered. ignorantly had fallen she, into a spiral of degradation. virago t’was in a wretched state.† † paint’d demoiselle elucidates herself upon the terra incognito. anorexic bod wrenched along by drawn appendages. aphoristic cage of ivory bones conspicuous from starvation , vacillating wrenching in childlike accent.† † neoteric cicatrixs; tattoos inflicted upon herself † †some call it dementia. she calls it punishment† † single clarion emitted by means of ‘er larnyx † † how odd † † the rejected tramp was searching for others † † perhaps socialization would benefit her† ooc: she is a rather sweet mare, you just hafta get to know here. lol, she just has some problems, but don’t we all? †slash my wrist† †give the blade a final twist† †scar my marred corpse† †a forlorn search for inner peace† †forlorn search for release† † as if my life isn’t hard enough† †i am the original nihilist† †i don’t need you to be my apologist† †i don’t want your empathy† † i only feel depression and shame† †strive to forget the pain† † i couldn’t change if i wanted to† †you can call it self-abuse† †or just another excuse† †i call it forgiveness† †to avoid facing up to reality† †that’s just my mentality† † this life ain’t worth living † †rogue† [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] can anyone see this pic? -- Baby J, 18:59:08 10/09/02 Wed [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Test -- Baby J, 19:42:48 10/08/02 Tue [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] test -- BJ, 20:20:06 10/01/02 Tue [+] AMERICAN GRAFFITI [+] [+] another dream that will never come true [+] [+] just a god and i am in sorrow ! [+] [+] another night when I'm thinking of you [+] [+] give to your love through my pain and suffering![+] [+] another dream you will never believe [+] [+] i'm gone from you completely! [+] [+] bring to life everything you fear [+] [+] live in the dark and the world is dead from me! [+] [+] what do we have here? [+] achromatic outline visable from perspective hidden explicit silhouette acryliced unto wall of singed terra flaxen - blushing pink - scarlet - crepuscule graffiti? painted solomn black? nein, this creature was not a mere image [+] the very finest [+] actuating upon tetrad adz delinquent condemns the land idly his motion continues loitering about in odd steps of nonchalant curiosity [+] hello sweethearts [+] [+] dubbed [+] call me american graffiti [+] chromosomes [+] criminal xy [+] spray painted [+] simple black for me [+] doing time [+] if you must know - hexa [+] liniage [+] how should i know? [+] zenithal [+] .65 - figure it out [+] memoir [+] forget my past think about our future [+] mind [+] don’t ask don’t tell [+] identify [+] killer bee [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] test -- BJ, 20:13:55 10/01/02 Tue [+] AMERICAN GRAFFITI [+] [+] another dream that will never come true [+] [+] just a god and i am in sorrow ! [+] [+] another night when I'm thinking of you [+] [+] give to your love through my pain and suffering![+] [+] another dream you will never believe [+] [+] i'm gone from you completely! [+] [+] bring to life everything you fear [+] [+] live in the dark and the world is dead from me! [+] [+] what do we have here? [+] achromatic outline visable from perspective hidden explicit silhouette acryliced unto wall of singed terra flaxen - blushing pink - scarlet - crepuscule graffiti? painted solomn black? nein, this creature was not a mere image [+] the very finest [+] actuating upon tetrad adz delinquent condemns the land idly his motion continues loitering about in odd steps of nonchalant curiosity [+] hello sweethearts [+] [+] dubbed [+] call me american graffiti [+] chromosomes [+] criminal xy [+] spray painted [+] simple black for me [+] doing time [+] if you must know - hexa [+] liniage [+] how should i know? [+] zenithal [+] .65 - figure it out [+] memoir [+] forget my past think about our future [+] mind [+] don’t ask don’t tell [+] identify [+] killer bee [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] test -- BJ, 20:11:25 10/01/02 Tue [+] AMERICAN GRAFFITI [+] [+] another dream that will never come true [+] [+] just a god and i am in sorrow ! [+] [+] another night when I'm thinking of you [+] [+] give to your love through my pain and suffering![+] [+] another dream you will never believe [+] [+] i'm gone from you completely! [+] [+] bring to life everything you fear [+] [+] live in the dark and the world is dead from me! [+] [+] what do we have here? [+] achromatic outline visable from perspective hidden explicit silhouette acryliced unto wall of singed terra flaxen - blushing pink - scarlet - crepuscule graffiti? painted solomn black? nein, this creature was not a mere image [+] the very finest [+] actuating upon tetrad adz delinquent condemns the land idly his motion continues loitering about in odd steps of nonchalant curiosity [+] hello sweethearts [+] [+] dubbed [+] call me american graffiti [+] chromosomes [+] criminal xy [+] spray painted [+] simple black for me [+] doing time [+] if you must know - hexa [+] liniage [+] how should i know? [+] zenithal [+] .65 - figure it out [+] memoir [+] forget my past think about our future [+] mind [+] don’t ask don’t tell [+] identify [+] killer bee [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] test -- BJ, 20:10:16 10/01/02 Tue [+] AMERICAN GRAFFITI [+] [+] another dream that will never come true [+] [+] just a god and i am in sorrow ! [+] [+] another night when I'm thinking of you [+] [+] give to your love through my pain and suffering![+] [+] another dream you will never believe [+] [+] i'm gone from you completely! [+] [+] bring to life everything you fear [+] [+] live in the dark and the world is dead from me! [+] [+] what do we have here? [+] achromatic outline visable from perspective hidden explicit silhouette acryliced unto wall of singed terra flaxen - blushing pink - scarlet - crepuscule graffiti? painted solomn black? nein, this creature was not a mere image [+] the very finest [+] actuating upon tetrad adz delinquent condemns the land idly his motion continues loitering about in odd steps of nonchalant curiosity [+] hello sweethearts [+] [+] dubbed [+] call me american graffiti [+] chromosomes [+] criminal xy [+] spray painted [+] simple black for me [+] doing time [+] if you must know - hexa [+] liniage [+] how should i know? [+] zenithal [+] .65 - figure it out [+] memoir [+] forget my past think about our future [+] mind [+] don’t ask don’t tell [+] identify [+] killer bee [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] test -- BJ, 20:08:13 10/01/02 Tue [+] AMERICAN GRAFFITI [+] [+] another dream that will never come true [+] [+] just a god and i am in sorrow ! [+] [+] another night when I'm thinking of you [+] [+] give to your love through my pain and suffering![+] [+] another dream you will never believe [+] [+] i'm gone from you completely! [+] [+] bring to life everything you fear [+] [+] live in the dark and the world is dead from me! [+] [+] what do we have here? [+] achromatic outline visable from perspective hidden explicit silhouette acryliced unto wall of singed terra flaxen - blushing pink - scarlet - crepuscule graffiti? painted solomn black? nein, this creature was not a mere image [+] the very finest [+] actuating upon tetrad adz delinquent condemns the land idly his motion continues loitering about in odd steps of nonchalant curiosity [+] hello sweethearts [+] [+] dubbed [+] call me american graffiti [+] chromosomes [+] criminal xy [+] spray painted [+] simple black for me [+] doing time [+] if you must know - hexa [+] liniage [+] how should i know? [+] zenithal [+] .65 - figure it out [+] memoir [+] forget my past think about our future [+] mind [+] don’t ask don’t tell [+] identify [+] killer bee [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] test -- BJ, 20:07:09 10/01/02 Tue [+] AMERICAN GRAFFITI [+] [+] another dream that will never come true [+] [+] just a god and i am in sorrow ! [+] [+] another night when I'm thinking of you [+] [+] give to your love through my pain and suffering![+] [+] another dream you will never believe [+] [+] i'm gone from you completely! [+] [+] bring to life everything you fear [+] [+] live in the dark and the world is dead from me! [+] [+] what do we have here? [+] achromatic outline visable from perspective hidden explicit silhouette acryliced unto wall of singed terra flaxen - blushing pink - scarlet - crepuscule graffiti? painted solomn black? nein, this creature was not a mere image [+] the very finest [+] actuating upon tetrad adz delinquent condemns the land idly his motion continues loitering about in odd steps of nonchalant curiosity [+] hello sweethearts [+] [+] dubbed [+] call me american graffiti [+] chromosomes [+] criminal xy [+] spray painted [+] simple black for me [+] doing time [+] if you must know - hexa [+] liniage [+] how should i know? [+] zenithal [+] .65 - figure it out [+] memoir [+] forget my past think about our future [+] mind [+] don’t ask don’t tell [+] identify [+] killer bee [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] test -- BJ, 20:06:06 10/01/02 Tue [+] AMERICAN GRAFFITI [+] [+] another dream that will never come true [+] [+] just a god and i am in sorrow ! [+] [+] another night when I'm thinking of you [+] [+] give to your love through my pain and suffering![+] [+] another dream you will never believe [+] [+] i'm gone from you completely! [+] [+] bring to life everything you fear [+] [+] live in the dark and the world is dead from me! [+] [+] what do we have here? [+] achromatic outline visable from perspective hidden explicit silhouette acryliced unto wall of singed terra flaxen - blushing pink - scarlet - crepuscule graffiti? painted solomn black? nein, this creature was not a mere image [+] the very finest [+] actuating upon tetrad adz delinquent condemns the land idly his motion continues loitering about in odd steps of nonchalant curiosity [+] hello sweethearts [+] [+] dubbed [+] call me american graffiti [+] chromosomes [+] criminal xy [+] spray painted [+] simple black for me [+] doing time [+] if you must know - hexa [+] liniage [+] how should i know? [+] zenithal [+] .65 - figure it out [+] memoir [+] forget my past think about our future [+] mind [+] don’t ask don’t tell [+] identify [+] killer bee [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Table -- Me, 18:49:17 09/16/02 Mon † oceans of angels - oceans of stars † † down by the sea is where you drown your scars † † veiled † † depressing charcoal fingers crawls about the seashore clinging roughly to vague outline of lithe femm. † and everything's white and everything's gray - now your here now your away † veiled she t’was, nie hidding, but insidious inamorta t’was nie ‘bout to lower ‘erself to thee task o’ desperation; abiding to be wretchedly ‘taken’, nie she t’was not alike thee rest, nie desperate for love. ‘er casanova t’would find ‘er, if there t’was one.† †oceania† † irons tatoo the steeped san’ terre, abandoning flawless signatures, solely engluf’d by thee voracious haze. frigid seaside intrinsicly adorned t’with lady winter’s wrath. tendrils of ocean flora lay decaying upon the seclud’d marl as fragile tainted argent shells mangle ‘nder brutal ballerina’s disarranged imprints. †angel eyes† †tyrantress stares thoughtlessly unto thee sapphire ocean, diamonds twinkling in shadows of jealous lune.savage eyes so lifeless momentarily calm’d by the mer, mediterranean hue peacefully reflect’d in death orbs † †and the sky was made of amethyst and the stars are just like little fish† †anarchy isn't dead† †on no, not dead at all† †but very much alive† †alive in me† † rogue † [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Table -- Me, 18:47:49 09/16/02 Mon † oceans of angels - oceans of stars † † down by the sea is where you drown your scars † † veiled † † depressing charcoal fingers crawls about the seashore clinging roughly to vague outline of lithe femm. † and everything's white and everything's gray - now your here now your away † veiled she t’was, nie hidding, but insidious inamorta t’was nie ‘bout to lower ‘erself to thee task o’ desperation; abiding to be wretchedly ‘taken’, nie she t’was not alike thee rest, nie desperate for love. ‘er casanova t’would find ‘er, if there t’was one.† †oceania† † irons tatoo the steeped san’ terre, abandoning flawless signatures, solely engluf’d by thee voracious haze. frigid seaside intrinsicly adorned t’with lady winter’s wrath. tendrils of ocean flora lay decaying upon the seclud’d marl as fragile tainted argent shells mangle ‘nder brutal ballerina’s disarranged imprints. †angel eyes† †tyrantress stares thoughtlessly unto thee sapphire ocean, diamonds twinkling in shadows of jealous lune.savage eyes so lifeless momentarily calm’d by the mer, mediterranean hue peacefully reflect’d in death orbs † †and the sky was made of amethyst and the stars are just like little fish† †anarchy isn't dead† †on no, not dead at all† †but very much alive† †alive in me† † rogue † [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Table -- Me, 18:46:35 09/16/02 Mon † oceans of angels - oceans of stars † † down by the sea is where you drown your scars † † veiled † † depressing charcoal fingers crawls about the seashore clinging roughly to vague outline of lithe femm. † and everything's white and everything's gray - now your here now your away † veiled she t’was, nie hidding, but insidious inamorta t’was nie ‘bout to lower ‘erself to thee task o’ desperation; abiding to be wretchedly ‘taken’, nie she t’was not alike thee rest, nie desperate for love. ‘er casanova t’would find ‘er, if there t’was one.† †oceania† † irons tatoo the steeped san’ terre, abandoning flawless signatures, solely engluf’d by thee voracious haze. frigid seaside intrinsicly adorned t’with lady winter’s wrath. tendrils of ocean flora lay decaying upon the seclud’d marl as fragile tainted argent shells mangle ‘nder brutal ballerina’s disarranged imprints. †angel eyes† †tyrantress stares thoughtlessly unto thee sapphire ocean, diamonds twinkling in shadows of jealous lune.savage eyes so lifeless momentarily calm’d by the mer, mediterranean hue peacefully reflect’d in death orbs † †and the sky was made of amethyst and the stars are just like little fish† †anarchy isn't dead† †on no, not dead at all† †but very much alive† †alive in me† † rogue † [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Baby J -- Baby J, 18:42:35 09/16/02 Mon † oceans of angels - oceans of stars † † down by the sea is where you drown your scars † † veiled † † depressing charcoal fingers crawls about the seashore clinging roughly to vague outline of lithe femm. † and everything's white and everything's gray - now your here now your away † veiled she t’was, nie hidding, but insidious inamorta t’was nie ‘bout to lower ‘erself to thee task o’ desperation; abiding to be wretchedly ‘taken’, nie she t’was not alike thee rest, nie desperate for love. ‘er casanova t’would find ‘er, if there t’was one.† †oceania† † irons tatoo the steeped san’ terre, abandoning flawless signatures, solely engluf’d by thee voracious haze. frigid seaside intrinsicly adorned t’with lady winter’s wrath. tendrils of ocean flora lay decaying upon the seclud’d marl as fragile tainted argent shells mangle ‘nder brutal ballerina’s disarranged imprints. †angel eyes† †tyrantress stares thoughtlessly unto thee sapphire ocean, diamonds twinkling in shadows of jealous lune.savage eyes so lifeless momentarily calm’d by the mer, mediterranean hue peacefully reflect’d in death orbs † †and the sky was made of amethyst and the stars are just like little fish† †anarchy isn't dead† †on no, not dead at all† †but very much alive† †alive in me† † rogue † [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Baby J -- Baby J, 18:41:16 09/16/02 Mon † oceans of angels - oceans of stars † † down by the sea is where you drown your scars † † veiled † † depressing charcoal fingers crawls about the seashore clinging roughly to vague outline of lithe femm. † and everything's white and everything's gray - now your here now your away † veiled she t’was, nie hidding, but insidious inamorta t’was nie ‘bout to lower ‘erself to thee task o’ desperation; abiding to be wretchedly ‘taken’, nie she t’was not alike thee rest, nie desperate for love. ‘er casanova t’would find ‘er, if there t’was one.† †oceania† † irons tatoo the steeped san’ terre, abandoning flawless signatures, solely engluf’d by thee voracious haze. frigid seaside intrinsicly adorned t’with lady winter’s wrath. tendrils of ocean flora lay decaying upon the seclud’d marl as fragile tainted argent shells mangle ‘nder brutal ballerina’s disarranged imprints. †angel eyes† †tyrantress stares thoughtlessly unto thee sapphire ocean, diamonds twinkling in shadows of jealous lune.savage eyes so lifeless momentarily calm’d by the mer, mediterranean hue peacefully reflect’d in death orbs † †and the sky was made of amethyst and the stars are just like little fish† †anarchy isn't dead† †on no, not dead at all† †but very much alive† †alive in me† † rogue † [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Baby J -- Baby J, 18:39:47 09/16/02 Mon † oceans of angels - oceans of stars † † down by the sea is where you drown your scars † † veiled † † depressing charcoal fingers crawls about the seashore clinging roughly to vague outline of lithe femm. † and everything's white and everything's gray - now your here now your away † veiled she t’was, nie hidding, but insidious inamorta t’was nie ‘bout to lower ‘erself to thee task o’ desperation; abiding to be wretchedly ‘taken’, nie she t’was not alike thee rest, nie desperate for love. ‘er casanova t’would find ‘er, if there t’was one.† †oceania† † irons tatoo the steeped san’ terre, abandoning flawless signatures, solely engluf’d by thee voracious haze. frigid seaside intrinsicly adorned t’with lady winter’s wrath. tendrils of ocean flora lay decaying upon the seclud’d marl as fragile tainted argent shells mangle ‘nder brutal ballerina’s disarranged imprints. †angel eyes† †tyrantress stares thoughtlessly unto thee sapphire ocean, diamonds twinkling in shadows of jealous lune.savage eyes so lifeless momentarily calm’d by the mer, mediterranean hue peacefully reflect’d in death orbs † †and the sky was made of amethyst and the stars are just like little fish† †anarchy isn't dead† †on no, not dead at all† †but very much alive† †alive in me† † rogue † [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Baby J -- Baby J, 18:37:46 09/16/02 Mon † oceans of angels - oceans of stars † † down by the sea is where you drown your scars † † veiled † † depressing charcoal fingers crawls about the seashore clinging roughly to vague outline of lithe femm. † and everything's white and everything's gray - now your here now your away † veiled she t’was, nie hidding, but insidious inamorta t’was nie ‘bout to lower ‘erself to thee task o’ desperation; abiding to be wretchedly ‘taken’, nie she t’was not alike thee rest, nie desperate for love. ‘er casanova t’would find ‘er, if there t’was one.† †oceania† † irons tatoo the steeped san’ terre, abandoning flawless signatures, solely engluf’d by thee voracious haze. frigid seaside intrinsicly adorned t’with lady winter’s wrath. tendrils of ocean flora lay decaying upon the seclud’d marl as fragile tainted argent shells mangle ‘nder brutal ballerina’s disarranged imprints. †angel eyes† †tyrantress stares thoughtlessly unto thee sapphire ocean, diamonds twinkling in shadows of jealous lune.savage eyes so lifeless momentarily calm’d by the mer, mediterranean hue peacefully reflect’d in death orbs † †and the sky was made of amethyst and the stars are just like little fish† †anarchy isn't dead† †on no, not dead at all† †but very much alive† †alive in me† † rogue † [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Baby J -- Baby J, 18:36:05 09/16/02 Mon † oceans of angels - oceans of stars † † down by the sea is where you drown your scars † † veiled † † depressing charcoal fingers crawls about the seashore clinging roughly to vague outline of lithe femm. † and everything's white and everything's gray - now your here now your away † veiled she t’was, nie hidding, but insidious inamorta t’was nie ‘bout to lower ‘erself to thee task o’ desperation; abiding to be wretchedly ‘taken’, nie she t’was not alike thee rest, nie desperate for love. ‘er casanova t’would find ‘er, if there t’was one.† †oceania† † irons tatoo the steeped san’ terre, abandoning flawless signatures, solely engluf’d by thee voracious haze. frigid seaside intrinsicly adorned t’with lady winter’s wrath. tendrils of ocean flora lay decaying upon the seclud’d marl as fragile tainted argent shells mangle ‘nder brutal ballerina’s disarranged imprints. †angel eyes† †tyrantress stares thoughtlessly unto thee sapphire ocean, diamonds twinkling in shadows of jealous lune.savage eyes so lifeless momentarily calm’d by the mer, mediterranean hue peacefully reflect’d in death orbs † †and the sky was made of amethyst and the stars are just like little fish† †anarchy isn't dead† †on no, not dead at all† †but very much alive† †alive in me† † rogue † [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] yeppers -- bj, 17:28:35 09/14/02 Sat † damn'd † unknown † alias † rogue † genes † hybrid † paint'd † of a diff'rent color † genre † freundin † past † a lady doesn't kiss and tell † mind † veiled † vertical † 15.2 † flaws † of course not

  
  
  
  

  † damn'd † unknown † alias † rogue † genes † hybrid † paint'd † of a diff'rent color † genre † freundin † past † a lady doesn't kiss and tell † mind † veiled † vertical † 15.2 † flaws † of course not

  
  
  

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  • Re: /// -- bj, 17:15:59 09/14/02 Sat
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• /// -- BJ, 17:09:12 09/14/02 Sat
  
  
  
  

  † damn'd † unknown † alias † rogue † genes † hybrid † paint'd † of a diff'rent color † genre † freundin † past † a lady doesn't kiss and tell † mind † veiled † vertical † 15.2 † flaws † of course not

  
  
  

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• yes, once again testing -- Baby J, 14:23:00 09/14/02 Sat
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  † damn'd † unknown † alias † vendetta red † genes † hybrid † paint'd † of a diff'rent color † genre † freundin † past † a lady doesn't kiss and tell † mind † veiled † vertical † 15.2 † flaws † of course not

  anarchy isn't dead on no, not dead at all but very much alive alive in me

  
  
  
  
  
  

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  • Re: yes, once again testing -- Baby J, 16:40:41 09/14/02 Sat
  • Re: yes, once again testing -- Baby J, 16:43:45 09/14/02 Sat
    • Re: yes, once again testing -- Baby J, 17:05:53 09/14/02 Sat
  
  
• Testin -- Baby J, 20:20:56 09/13/02 Fri
  
  

  Baby J

  
  

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  • Closin Fonts -- Baby J, 20:22:13 09/13/02 Fri
    • Re: Closin Fonts -- Baby J, 20:25:51 09/13/02 Fri
    • Re: Closin Fonts -- Baby J, 20:27:15 09/13/02 Fri
  
  
• Just testin... -- Baby J, 20:51:18 09/07/02 Sat
  
  
  

  Baby J

  
  
  
  

  Call Me Baby J

  
  
  
  

  Call Me Baby J

  
  
  
  

  Call Me Baby J

  
  
  Wavy Text
  
  Call Me Baby J
  
  
  
  

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• Just testin... -- Baby J, 20:50:18 09/07/02 Sat
  
  

  Baby J

  
  
  
  

  Call Me Baby J

  
  
  
  

  Call Me Baby J

  
  
  
  

  Call Me Baby J

  
  
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• Just trying out a picture -- Player, 08:55:37 08/22/02 Thu
  
  

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  • Trying another -- Player, 07:55:45 08/23/02 Fri
  
  
• hm... -- holly, 07:59:45 07/25/02 Thu
  Does this work?
  

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• hehe -- me, 09:57:25 07/18/02 Thu
  lets see if this works.
  
  What are you talking about?
  

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  • YES!!!!! -- me, 10:00:14 07/18/02 Thu
    • ^_^ hehe -- me again, 10:03:09 07/18/02 Thu
  
  
• hahahaha -- me, 18:31:18 05/09/02 Thu
  i can make words mooooooovvvvvveeeee!
  

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• ~JUST TESTING COOL STUFF~ -- PLAYA, 13:27:38 05/06/02 Mon
  Alt and 935 º
  Alt and 157 Ø
  Alt and 753 ±
  Alt and 943 »
  Alt and 2222 «
  Alt and 15 ¤
  Alt and 745 Ú
  Alt and 678 ª
  Alt and 8888 ©
  Alt and 6549 ò
  Alt and 4598 ÷
  Alt and 4576 Ó
  Alt and 145 æ
  Alt and 789 §
  Alt and 764 ³
  Alt and 2245 +
  hehe sum stuff is cool
  

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  • Re: MORE STUFF -- PLAYA, 13:54:56 05/06/02 Mon
  
  
• oh wendy! hehehe... -- .narcotic's player, 17:23:48 04/20/02 Sat
  okayies, i was updating a little bit on the old webpage and was wondering, how did you get the two little bars to go around your links when the mouse is over them?
  
  thank you =D
  

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  • Inside -- Wendy, 15:23:28 04/21/02 Sun
  
  
• . . . -- .narcotic., 16:12:39 04/18/02 Thu
  thank you wendy!
  

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• Blue green test -- Wave Dacner, 14:52:42 04/18/02 Thu
  Sea Green
  Sea
  Blue Green
  River
  Ocean
  Azura
  Sea Side
  Light Blue
  Seaweed
  Wave
  Sky Blue
  Water
  

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  • More -- Wave Dacner, 14:55:37 04/18/02 Thu
  • Even More -- Wave Dancer, 14:59:39 04/18/02 Thu
  
  
• Test -- test, 13:12:25 04/18/02 Thu
  Test
  

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