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Subject: � Under The Spell �

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Date Posted: 00:08:33 04/19/03 Sat

.x. Funny Life Is! .x.
.x. Sucky Life Is! .x.
.x. Confusing Life Is! .x.
.x. Can You Guess Yours? .x.

Demoness' appendages carry her out of the cave she was in, she walked over towards a tree, sitting on her haunches. Dark optics gaze upwards at the dark skies, so brillantly beautiful at night. Vocal cords emitt a long howl towards the skies, hating the skies, yet liking the night. Auds stand half way down. Whipcord was curled around her frame. She came out of her 'hiding' place. But for what? What did she find? She found nothing, except it seemed she was friendless, and hated! Oh the joys! Her dear beloved daughter, DarkSky seemed to have dissappeared on her, but why? One must ask themselves this. Why did everyone leave her like a plate of left overs? What did she care now? The world was cruel, why not be cruel back to it? Cruel world, torn and ripped to itty bitty pieces of shredded paper, left at the ground, everyone stepping all over them. Life, life, cruel life, mean life, unworthy life, worthless life. Oh goody! Has depression struck? Or the beginng of a new start? or Just the hatrd towards the wolrd itself? or Hatrd and all else as a persona? Friends? What friends, all she knew was, Banshee, they seemed to both hate each other. Enchancee? Well I guess we can figure it out, or not? Jealousy? Perhaps, then again maybe not. Emotions were well hidden behind the mask she wore, no emotion would seep through, nor could you detect the faintest of emotion. Trust? Who ever had trust in her? No one, nor did she trust anyone, it didn't seem wise to, it seemed like everyone just betrayed her. Betrayl? Oh goody, isn't it fun when others just do that to you? Denial, don't you just love it!

.x. Just Plain Fun Ain't It? .x.
.x. Friends? Who Needs 'Em? .x.
.x. Love? Who Cares! .x.
.x. Hate? Is It Fun? .x.
.x. Lust? Just Plain Fun! .x.
.x. Life? Can You Choose Your Life? .x.
.x. Is It Some Sort Of Planned Out Thing? .x.
.x. Life, Hate, Lust, Friends, and So Forth, To Hell Do I Go .x.
.x. When? No Time Soon .x.

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