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microphone fury.
emelaeth:
hello there... you've been gone for quite awhile
judas:
i will always be happy that this place led me to you. or rather, you to me.

you really have caused me to think about a lot of important things. you are missed for sundry reasons.
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kits of fur carried along tethered purrls. register register register.

pin-down art.
judas:
maps laden with time
the paths hidden
by false lines.
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gungsung hose are blistering meanings all over the outer folds of me. i'm implicit and thissisit. carbon mulls and dart beards, chunks of the freight; cargo for dangerous tongues. how we're so tickled punk.
blimey.
sub.
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aaardvark:
My grizzle?
aaardvark:
Ya dig?
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Fine Pines. O door.

Melt.
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judas:
a stick.
judas:

patience is a long time acquaintance.
you are by no means cold; just scared.
and super cute, which brings out all the crazies.



why did you go away?

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Sustain.

insert fragmented quartels here.

up-down tempo rock, disco backbeat.

Crash.

Lennon would know what to do.
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judas:



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judas:
oooh, it does work!

i just learned how to make the heart, and i thought i'd try it out on you, heart poking at monster.
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mew mew.

Meeee owwwww. except not.

Steep sleep.

5.5.4.5.5.2.

hum.
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judas:
love blush
fruitless:
i don't know why my belt buckle never feels right. i think i'm going to need a new belt.
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Quiet saturdays are a plus.

The cold air forgot to bleet inconsolation;
through my giggles, i manage a wink.
--daisies are a paltry portrait to this effervescent landscape.
gimme a wild tutu and bring a camera.
splayed among rocks and toys and mirages, i'll languidly stretch the time to us.

invoke devastation, i dare.

...creation, destruction, creation, destruction, creation...

llllllled.


biggrin
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judas:


::drops avatar and runs::
judas:
squishy's face is all fuzzy.
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Where'd that book go? I need to sing those pieces. Quiet.

Maybe it dented the neighbors consistency, prophets of space enjoying the ancient silence. Send me on the rocket.

puke

High Guts.
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emelaeth:
guts .... never a good sign
judas:
blush ditto that.

kiss