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Date Posted: 03:51:25 08/17/02 Sat
Author: ..Harlequin..
Subject: ..rusted bells and bits of hell..

...le harlequin..

...ponderings..

When all grace and regality is cast away, and only the severed ruins remain: what do you call an empire? Is it a tribute to its former glory? Is it now trivial, and scattered? But in true bareness can the confines, and impure branches be discovered. Language was invented to enable us to conceal our thoughts; yet uit also betrays us. We can only guess one's identity by actions and words...it creates such a euphoria in me that I can pry and extort and seek to find what I look for...regardless of stature or hidden motive. That seems to be the coyly veiled goal of most; how quaint that it is also mine, Harle's.
And how fitting.

..individual..

..sooty, ensu'd dreads author contrast b'twixt sienna pellicle 'nd pendelum, cerulean context etching disparity o' carnelian figurine; nigrescent cables affix t' rouge harridian's epidermis. callous rocks collect pliant fell; gyration o' auricles expires as cogizence stature refresh'd. concealment o' game-like emotions unwaver'd, camelia tassels obstruct visage only t' be dismiss'd; svelte chassi virtually motionless excluding scarcely probing maws, as the glacous verdure was left unlocat'd; lucid visionary-spheres fixate 'pon actions in enviroment..

..more ponderings...dos..

Ah...more players in the game. Not more, really, but newer players. The game was lacking; but now it seems to have perked a tad bit.

Sry for late entrance...I like to make it realistic how long it takes for traveling between places, lol

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