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Date Posted: 22:56:00 05/31/03 Sat
Author: Hannah
Subject: damn thee, font
In reply to: Johnny the Homocidal Maniac 's message, ".notlikeanyonecaresbut." on 22:54:05 05/31/03 Sat

> >color=ghostwhite>The obscurely adored
>epidermis of the peculiarity stood frozen at the foyer
>of the barren mainstay. His coat vibrated in one
>brilliant second, shaking miniscule pests from his
>mottled membrane in irritation. His hooves
>flippantly clicked against the dusted agricultural
>estate with wafting arbors tattooing the gravel in
>light minuet. Bolero. Nocturne. His omniscient
>existence contradicted cordially with a harmonious
>air, harpsichords screaming with striking
>implementation
>

>He drug muscled hindquarters beneath a coupled
>physique, skidding quickly to a record-screeching
>stop. The pebbles sustained to dash raucously past
>his atypical, dyed form, and he watched them with
>dissimilar significance. They dissipated over the
>ledge as the obscure about him did into the
>atmosphere; tawny ambiance bleaching against the
>brilliantly black heavens.
>

>Intensely stygian orbs, protean from the shade of a
>grayscale forelock searching with some unexpecting
>whim; although deeply he knew the form of his dappled
>counterpart was long left behind. Pins and Needles
>had left along with Voodoo Doll; perhaps for the
>better in Johnny Boy�s esteemed opinion. Voodoo and
>Alairic�s rendezvous had been brief, but enough to
>make a set of acidic twins which had conveyed havoc
>upon the now-desolate lands in their infant years.
>But, she had dumped her bastard son as soon as she was
>able; leaving him with nothing but a fermented
>attitude and an extensive vocabulary.
>

>All cheddar for the wine.
>

>Despite his satirical humor he was fiercely uninformed
>and oblivious, living most of his verbose existence in
>the solitudes of the nettles and briars. With a
>monotonous drawl his life continued on, minute for
>minute under the mollified lens.
>

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[> Boring compared to yours, but... -- Zamnor, 15:59:51 06/01/03 Sun [1]

Zamnor watches.

[*Grins* I seriously couldn't resist a one sentence post... *Giggles insanely*]

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