blood? jesus?
/will only thaw if true love beckons.
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postbear has metal knees,
Mon 3 Nov 2008, 3:17,
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mud? pieces?
/still quite raw, since he so reckons.
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Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Mon 3 Nov 2008, 3:24,
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food? feces?
/all come from the area where my neck ends.
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postbear has metal knees,
Mon 3 Nov 2008, 3:33,
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/good? thesis?
winters are harsh, but springs are fecund.
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Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Mon 3 Nov 2008, 3:44,
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Oh, great. Stay up til 4am making silly rhymes with an internet stranger,
and you suddenly get hit with an invitation to something very orrible and dark indeed.
*shudders*
*logs off*
heh
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Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Mon 3 Nov 2008, 4:03,
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