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Subject: -quickened death- Author: Band [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 21:22:32 06/01/03 Sun In reply to: Silver Mist 's message, "*A Silver Line of Trust, but Does it Truly Exisits*" on 20:59:55 06/01/03 Sun He doesn't move as he is touched, not willing to do so anyways. A rock, weathered by the incessant waves about it, stays out through the infernal storms upon its home on the beaten shore.. not daring to budge a single centimeter. A confidant, even if it is only a rock, a rock of ages placed haphazardly by unknown forces. Though cold-blooded hate could be passed in one's direction easily, the blue eyed mystery feels nothing of the sort towards the silver. Unpleasant luck. The sole source of all outcomes, or much rather shortcomings. Enchancee's vision of Gods and Goddesses must be blurred. This sucks.. royally. Go to jail, do not pass go. Too bad. Yet the more the alabaster thinks about it, the more he should laugh at his own stupidity. His attention is stolen by her single word.. his name of course, and the question that lay behind it puzzles him. It could mean several things, yet one was more distinct than the others. I am your friend, Silver Mist. You'll have to kill me to break it. Sarcasm taints his words, and it fits rightly in. All puns are intended. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date *Once You Cross that Line, There's no Turning Back* Silver Mist 21:28:33 06/01/03 Sun -)) No Times Like The Present ((- -- Galatea, 21:40:58 06/01/03 Sun -quickened death- -- Band, 21:53:46 06/01/03 Sun *Silver Thread Once Broken is Never the Same* -- Silver Mist, 22:03:06 06/01/03 Sun -quickened death- -- Band, 22:10:45 06/01/03 Sun *A Silver Line of Trust, but Does it Truly Exisits* -- Silver Mist, 22:20:35 06/01/03 Sun -)) The wanderer that wouldn't wander ((- -- Galatea, 13:14:23 06/02/03 Mon -quickened death- -- Band, 21:40:58 06/02/03 Mon *Once You Cross that Line, There's no Turning Back* -- Silver Mist, 01:43:59 06/03/03 Tue -)) The Wolves' Wild Moon ((- -- Galatea, 11:50:55 06/03/03 Tue