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ReD dOoM
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Date Posted: 15:43:17 06/13/02 Thu
In reply to:
Twisted Metal
's message, "Twisted Like Scrap Metal" on 15:08:03 06/13/02 Thu
theintoxicatedrainbow
Without warning, bitch bugles forward, mug ripping hellishly at the masculine, idle nares fluttering, excruciating among the air that escapes nassal passage, via esophagus. Mug presses 'gainst other, withstood and dominant among the azure sky, silhouetted gravely among the gentle zephyrs that scape against the shadows. Canvas, unblemished and resolute, sparkles with their delicate sheen; tendrils lick upon epidermis. Pillars excruciate nearer, shadows overwhelming crevaces within the resolute, concaved physique. Pools now become quite drastic, flickin with their deamenor and pure hearth flame.
whoareyoutotalk?
Hell, she could whip this one's butt in a heartbeat, and in mere seconds she wouldn't hesitate to. If this 'stallion' intended to make all bow down to him, he was certainly wrong, for die would he. The bitch would surely excruciate the pain that he would suffer, for naught that told lies and made assumptions were ever worth living.
ReD dOoM
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