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Date Posted: 21:51:29 06/25/02 Tue
Author: Diablo
Author Host/IP: ak-d154.connections.net.nz / 202.154.128.154
Subject: [: one last breath :] [Slade]

-- i wanted to be just like you --

[: mild simper radiates the sculptured labrum at the thought of crowd surfing .. this young bombshell was seeming more and more interesting every day. She wasn't the one you would expect to enjoy being jostled amongst steaming bodies in a violent moshpit .. yet to expect the unexpected was never a mistake. Dial inclined somewhat in a knowing response, the lingering optics meandering upward to scan the surface of the moshpit they had endured themselves in, seeping through the crowd was the emaciated form of delicate youth, following the male's surefooted lead. It seemed as if she was sinking .. sinking 'neath the surface of the writhing hands .. lost in a human maze of drunken and insane forms. Yet .. this was where she lived .. what she gave up her whole life for. Turning back to mission at hand, the gaze sweeps firmly about the crowded edifice, before somewhat surprising yell exits the labrum, digits motioning t'ward a youthful looking girl with honey hued tresses being carried toward them atop the trespassing palms of occupants. She had an expression of sheer ecstasy 'pon the adolescant features, the loud whooping having caught the girl's heed and loyal vision :]

Is that her?

-- so perfect, so untouchable --

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..well well.. -- Slade, 17:29:05 06/26/02 Wed