<font face="century gothic"><font color=red size=1>[: greetings then from outer space :]</font color></font face> -- : The Pit :

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, 4 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 10:22:32 06/29/02 Sat
Author: Dinan
Author Host/IP: 069.207-34-91-0.interbaun.com / 207.34.91.69
Subject: [: greetings then from outer space :]
In reply to: Roxie 's message, "...Beauty Is Only Skin-Deep..." on 08:43:28 06/29/02 Sat


: and I wanna believe you when you say it�ll be ok � so I try to believe you � but I don�t : Dinan [: produced in return, in his usual jubilant, wild demeanor. he was the average punk/sk8r boi -- unkempt by rules and regulations, living for the lust of life. aswell as being a musician, he had various other talents he had picked up along his arduous journey in life, though his most proud accomplishment was his skating abilities. dial bobs in a nod as digits idly toy with the jaded griptape secured atop the deck :] Yeah, love it [: idle comment thrown in, other appendage still draped o'er his crooked knee, no one seemed to find it odd, him sitting atop the smooth counter instead of the uncomfortable vinyl, but heck, he was just odd :] : I wanna believe you � but not today :

: and I wanna believe you when you say it�ll be ok � so I try to believe you � but I don�t :

Dinan
[: produced in return, in his usual jubilant, wild demeanor. he was the average punk/sk8r boi -- unkempt by rules and regulations, living for the lust of life. aswell as being a musician, he had various other talents he had picked up along his arduous journey in life, though his most proud accomplishment was his skating abilities. dial bobs in a nod as digits idly toy with the jaded griptape secured atop the deck :]
Yeah, love it
[: idle comment thrown in, other appendage still draped o'er his crooked knee, no one seemed to find it odd, him sitting atop the smooth counter instead of the uncomfortable vinyl, but heck, he was just odd :]

: I wanna believe you � but not today :

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

...Beauty Is Only Skin-Deep... -- Roxie, 11:17:48 06/29/02 Sat