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·· I've had my epiphany -- your world is cold -- my world is empty ·· ..Unintentionally, the labrum ends pleasently slant, twitching hesitantly into the commencing of a congenial simper. What the hell? Perplexed beyond anything comprehensive, or precievable, the virile discards this uncharacteristic notion, and replaces the parched labria, and thin set line. Once again, he slipped into nothingness. Observing that the umbrage had grown thick, becoming rapidly more visible, he cogitated if Sphinx would be looming within their spindly grasp...engulfed somewhere in those detatched shadows. Yet for once in his life, he was actually unwilling to complete a mission alone...therefore it seemed foolish and silly to send the vixen off without his company. And thus extracted from his larynx the longest speech he'd ever delivered to a stranger since meeting the bois...and that was...God knows how many years ago.. I'm not exactly sure where the little feist got off to...perhaps the Pit maybe...she was always rambling of how she wanted to try a solo piece...but ahm not posotive...what say you? If you were a crazy seventeen year old, stuck in a band...er... 'family' of 4 bois...where would you escape to? ·· i've seen too much of not enough ·· |