<font color="336699" face="verdana" size="1">.�.honesty v<font color=cobalt>s. insanity.�.</font> -- Zaccai

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Date Posted: 20:41:02 05/25/02 Sat
Author: .�.azulfeugo.�.
Author Host/IP: 65.224.250.252
Subject: .�.honesty vs. insanity.�.
In reply to: Amyrah 's message, " j o v e " on 19:25:17 05/25/02 Sat

.�.brujo was once more swept into delirium, pelt trembled ... daggers ravaging earth .. maw was flecked with foam, spirited shadow whirling suddenly upon hocks .. dust scurrying about pistons in aggitation .. of this femme he had enough, distempered was the azul creature and his patience had already thinned .. the line which he walked was thin, indeed ... one between sanity, and genius .. to which the male belonged was uncertain, but he would not capitulate to such a fledgling .. already to much of his time had been wasted .. talons found compensation upon loam, three beat cadence reached in retrieval of femme .. and powerful quarters thrust him along, a hellion without remorse .. let this tinkerbell bathe in her own blood, and visage snaked out as canines reached for their sable mark .. aim was honed, perfect, desicive ... yet it remained up to the femme's own skills as to whether or not blow was taken .. let's see this through, for i've not the time anymore to waste on idle threats .. was he not a fickle creature? ahhh, but of course he was ... schizophrenia was his name ... and an untempered psychosis was his game.�.

and today`s lesson is:
honesty is the best policy
but insanity is a better defense

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[> [> [> s q u e a l -- Amyrah, 21:04:29 05/27/02 Mon (205.188.197.39)

Where was he aiming? I'm guessing he'd run up from behind her, eh? ;P

Harsh ivorines savagely rip through skin and tissue of her rump, innocent wound flooded with clensing blood of crimson hue. Little mare squeals, rageful thrusting of her hind legs seeking revenge and defence from his vicious attacks.

Better than nothing I never got to finish.

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[> [> [> [> l e a v e -- Amyrah, 20:47:27 05/31/02 Fri (205.188.193.29)

The mare lowers her head and stretches her neck, galloping far away from this demon.

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