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Date Posted: 17:37:15 06/29/02 Sat
Author: Jayson
Author Host/IP: 160.207-34-71-0.interbaun.com / 207.34.71.160
Subject: [: starting to trip :]
In reply to: Kyle -- Lee 's message, "[: pick up the pieces :][: remember me :]" on 16:20:01 06/29/02 Sat


: I�m starting to trip; I�m losing my grip : [: singular, the mascular ingresses within his own sublime realm; poised poignantly atop the jaded board, balanced precariously while nose manualling. With a thump he landed, relieved to have not fallen. A daredevil by will -- the one whom lived upon the urban tract. Jaded and somewhat a cynic, he was willing to defy any and every law set out there, intending to break all the rules. the usual wacked simper spans his toned countenance, platinum dreads laying in somewhat disembodied, feral mess about his tanned pate. Limbs clad in loose-hanging cargo, secured leisurely by a studded belt. A worn tee-shirt adorns upper torso, insignia so worn even he couldn't remember what it was in the first place. several 'bike chains' hung at his nape, swinging about as he flipped to and fro atop his board; minor tricks, nothing 'fancy' by terms :] : That�s when I decided � why should I care? :

: I�m starting to trip; I�m losing my grip :

[: singular, the mascular ingresses within his own sublime realm; poised poignantly atop the jaded board, balanced precariously while nose manualling. With a thump he landed, relieved to have not fallen. A daredevil by will -- the one whom lived upon the urban tract. Jaded and somewhat a cynic, he was willing to defy any and every law set out there, intending to break all the rules. the usual wacked simper spans his toned countenance, platinum dreads laying in somewhat disembodied, feral mess about his tanned pate. Limbs clad in loose-hanging cargo, secured leisurely by a studded belt. A worn tee-shirt adorns upper torso, insignia so worn even he couldn't remember what it was in the first place. several 'bike chains' hung at his nape, swinging about as he flipped to and fro atop his board; minor tricks, nothing 'fancy' by terms :]

: That�s when I decided � why should I care? :

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[: remember me :] -- Lee, 17:50:21 06/29/02 Sat
[: i think i will :] -- Jayson, 18:25:23 06/29/02 Sat
-- endtag, 02:09:12 06/30/02 Sun