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Date Posted: 01:19:34 05/30/03 Fri
Author: Isis
Subject: Brighter in Bliss
In reply to: Ziraga 's message, "Spectacular (ooc: -SHOOTS html- read this one please...)" on 07:34:22 05/26/03 Mon



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I want to lay like this forever
until the sky falls down on me.–Truly, Madly, Deeply by Savage Garden




The evergreen canopy lacks able penetration by either showers or sunshine. Moonlight governs indifferently, engulfing the concept of laissez faire. Consequently, the cruel shadows run rampant among the undergrowth. Wind rattles leaves with a frost-bitten chill. Silence howls, defiance-independence.

Curly, silver-lined clouds, sensing the electricity thickening, shiver in premonition. Cain’s satanic domain, the killer’s mind, is flung off balanced, as nature fingers the canopy, cracking the glass ceiling with a brilliant flash of shimmering gold.

Crumbling under the sheer intensity, the mighty cornerstone cleaves, causing the collapse of his mentality. Involuntarily impaired, he surrenders the front of indifference. Ardor seeps into his voice, mimicking the desires she exhales. "Ziraga," she sighs, blissfully. Honesty pours onto her lips, escaping through static shock as she brushes her muzzle upon his flesh.




I don’t wanna close my eyes
I don’t wanna fall asleep
Cause I’d miss you, babe
And I don’t wanna miss a thing–Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith
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