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Date Posted: 11:05:25 01/13/02 Sun
Author: | e�i�hany
Subject: |= so i lied

|= subordinate to the insipid effulgence o' lunar, pervasion o' lithosphere commences. the culpable party? physically, rotund bodice o' lassina, hewn o' pitch 'n' lithe in mien. mentally...progeny o' satan, one might say. heartbreaker 'n' hellion too. aliases for a demoness innoculous enough in facade. 'pon lissom pilasters, a sinuos curvature black as tar 'n' utterly monotoned. naught even the quad o' scabrous talons dare sport a splash or two o' alabaster. via augmented passages raw atmos inhaled 'n' ex, figurine nigh-aglow with joie de vivre o' adolescence. ess was no youth, but the sensation o' one just itchin' to get out 'n' instigate some discord, make some tomfoolery, set eyes on some noteworthy things was manifest. c'mon then m'lads, wanna have a go? try yer luck at winnin' this prize? rueful expulsion o' temperate atmos, nares a-flutter. doomsday indeed when lass was "won" o'er; the apocalypse. naught antagonistic in nature; 'loof 'n' sarcastic, p'raps. unattainable, definitely. ye'll hafta do more than hit a few bottles with a baseball, m'dears. in fact, that baseball would be put to better use stuffed down yer throat. sadistic bemusement manifest within rondures. consideration wandered deliberately o�er copious equinity, both worthy �n� naught-so-worthy, currently inhabiting the demesne. authentically reverential acknowledgement granted of the founding counterparts.

|...and ye shall call her...|
e�i�hany

|...endurance...|
soul o' youngling, bod o' six summers past

|...heritage...|
this matters?

|...hue...|
o' pitch 'n' tar

|...persona...|
if i told you this...what fun would it be?

|...visual...|
paint yerself a mental picture

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