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Date Posted: 14:30:08 10/20/02 Sun
Author: Ruckus
Author Host/IP: 24.54.77.233
Subject: lets not cause a....
In reply to: Sensual Pleasure 's message, ".::Mixed Emotions::." on 13:05:36 10/20/02 Sun

Emotions kill faster than fire.
Smallest of squalls played with the aromatic insenses, drifting it towards the loitering equi in the gorges and the pools. gulls ceased their irratating shrieks, giving way to the painted fucshia medium, mother star pointing her glowing head below the horizon, kissing her creations goodnight. The pitching darkness threw most others into a sleepy state, the gulls now curling up into their homey nests, coddling thier offspring and disarming their foreboding alarms until the morning commenced. Apical tips knead lithosphere quietly as mandible extends to tap fleshy shoulder, salutations extended, scrouge still flanking toned haunches of aged Czarine. Upper labrums peels back as hint of perfume is inhaled, oxygenators swelling, breathing a shallow memory.She does not remember this one. Zenith drops a moment as she sizes her up, pinions leading her around in sphere formation, scuffing the quagmire with personal signature. Scrouge flogs epidermis lightly as cochlea swivel lightly around culmination. Macrame of nigrescent fillament is tossed towards thee blue yonder, orifaces rolling in tapered cranage

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welcome back -- Stone Ghost, 20:10:20 10/20/02 Sun
- and many happy returns -- Ruckus, 15:33:56 10/21/02 Mon
  - as you wish -- Stone Ghost, 21:12:26 10/21/02 Mon
    - trust the devil and the devil shall kill -- Ruckus, 19:52:26 10/23/02 Wed
      - be gone -- Stone Ghost, 22:31:09 10/23/02 Wed
        -waves goodbye- >> -- shroomie, 13:56:40 10/24/02 Thu
        Re: be gone -- Living Hell, 21:14:30 10/26/02 Sat