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Date Posted: 01:11:39 07/23/03 Wed
.The true world was a million and one times less than paradise. Well to a certain somebody anyway. Her mysterious ways and unexplained nature were quite enigmatic by most. Nobody was really sure of her, or what she was capable of. Her view on the world was much like this; disaster, destruction, suspects, virus, plague, murder, blood, visions, decay, death, mistake, failure. Everything bar happiness, excitement, health and all those other wondrous things. But then again, maybe she saw the world through true eyes. Through the eyes which hadn’t been covered by the hands of evil and had painted over the thins eyelids and created a scene of paradise. But then again, she could just be some demented creature who only believes in depression. Her mysterious ways of life along with her quiet self-concerned attitude were amongst her strongest personalities. Her dreams were cursed, her thoughts were few, her eyes were as dark as a winters midnight. Her stare was mind chilling as was her speech. Although her speech was quite rare. She progressed her speech mainly through her thoughts. Only for her to hear. And nobody else. slate, stark wings convey homozygous carcass across star-pricked firmament. mocha tinted ooids search the flat landscape. paper thins cantract taking in the salted air, recipical towers erect themselves taking in the sounds of water from the falls crashing against the worn cliffs and rocks that were scatter across the landscape below the falls. the steady beating of drums ceases as she becomes inactive upon a ledge, bubbled notes boil over in cast iron cauldron.
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