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Date Posted: 14:55:52 06/07/03 Sat
Author: Johnny
Subject: .nothing I say ever is, dear.
In reply to: Johnny the Homocidal Maniac 's message, ".notlikeanyonecaresbut." on 22:54:05 05/31/03 Sat

He saw her expurt from the darkness like heat, a white hot flame flaring in bellicose spurts into the bittersweet lull of summer. He watched her with an etched face; granite, emotionless, not knowing quite what had went wrong with ner nimble physique but at the same time, not caring. His emotions were crushing, brutal, savage; but still thoroughly analytical. Perhaps she was no longer the fleshy, gangly slump that he had once known, he saw her now with jagged ribs rasping against a less than brilliant coat.

At least she'd escaped.

Bloodlust formed his emotions, muscles carved into a painted coat with broad bands. With an intricacy of one like a philosopher, but the tenacity of some morbidly insane virtue he smirked to his sister.

Call him the Hannibal Lector of the equine world.

"You look stunning."

His words were blatant, straightforewardly mocking--but what else is new.

Clarice.

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[> just shoot me now -- pINS and nEEDLES, 15:25:44 06/07/03 Sat [1]

"Thanks, bro."

She commented. Her few chosen words rivaled that of her arid brother's, and though her physic was overall diminuative, her voice was still strong and sardonic. But the undertone, the juice of her speech and thought, was barely there. During her long truancy, some virulent occurance had transpired. Her will to live was harshly broken.

The shattered silence of minimal speech coaxed a few words out of her, but the effort of thought process had drawn a queer amount of energy from her. Feeling dizzy, she yearned to lie down and sleep (maybe forever). Not intent on giving up any hint of weakness, she smiled tightly, shaking out her scraggly unkempt mane so that it fell unevenly on the ewe like neck. Sickening.

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