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Date Posted: 18:16:44 09/15/02 Sun
Author: .insomnia.
Subject: .corrupted.
In reply to: Evensong 's message, ".t.i.t.l.e." on 19:11:43 09/11/02 Wed

.corrupted.

.oh, it was oh so true. time slipped away so malignantly.. so quick.. that it wasnt worth wasting. to waste it was to cast a crime.. and we all dont want that now do we? time is something you must use wisely.. or it will all slip away in a fast-paced black and white film. who was he talking about? her? thee insomnia? well, if not she fit the words he spoke of quite well.. a terror, a demon. the truculent paces that he stepped seemed to slow amongst her vision, moving in slow motion. he was interesting.. very interesting. but at the same moment, could he be a threat?.

.welcome to my nightmare.

.and yet it was hard to believe she found herself leading a harlem.. a harlem of adversities that would once upon a time be the best known! or so she hoped. with training, if needed, warriors they would be made into. oh well, back to the subject. truculent behemoth finds sheer interest within this male.. curious of his past. could it be similar to her own? ooids scrutinize, narrowing to get a closer look, even at the distance of which she rested, atop the mineralated perch of khaki. she did not wish to depart this cliff at the moment.. watching for predator and enemy alike. and thus, labia part to release a wretched, satanic screech. lasting only moments before gullet clamped to disalarm any other noise. summoning him to approach, to rise amongst the jagged pieces of rock, and settle besides her. to speak, and for what reasons? the past. whether it hurt or was joyous to remember, she wondered what rested within his emotionless eyes. something perhaps rancorous, or painful. do tell all, my friend. its circle time.

.sleepless in seattle.
x insomnia x
~~.pilot.~~

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