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Date Posted: 08:45:08 07/09/02 Tue
Author: ThE sLaYeR
Author Host/IP: spider-wb082.proxy.aol.com / 205.188.192.187
Subject: .no m'dear poor you.
In reply to: Style 's message, "Aww Poor You" on 19:41:03 07/08/02 Mon

of all the causes which conspire to blind man's judgement and misguide the mind, what the weak head and strongest bias rules, is pride, the never-failing vice of fools
	.the unbreakable laughter bubbles from boiling cauldron 'o witch. slithering retreats to abyssmal. only remaining 'o the skirting quadruped, the stench 'o death. the rotten odor that coils its way to meet nasal passages. inhalation. fall. soon, amusement siezes, orics seem to burn with unevitable pyre 'o the gates of hell. solitaire limb is brought up, only to plummet back to bladed canopy. landance causes corruption 'o dust, flirting in a globe 'bout female, plumeage appurtenances chime the eerie tunes 'pon oiled haunches. the scars of the heart burning with painful sting.

of all the causes which conspire to blind man's judgement and misguide the mind, what the weak head and strongest bias rules, is pride, the never-failing vice of fools

.the unbreakable laughter bubbles from boiling cauldron 'o witch. slithering retreats to abyssmal. only remaining 'o the skirting quadruped, the stench 'o death. the rotten odor that coils its way to meet nasal passages. inhalation. fall. soon, amusement siezes, orics seem to burn with unevitable pyre 'o the gates of hell. solitaire limb is brought up, only to plummet back to bladed canopy. landance causes corruption 'o dust, flirting in a globe 'bout female, plumeage appurtenances chime the eerie tunes 'pon oiled haunches. the scars of the heart burning with painful sting.

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Replies:

Ignorance -- Style, 11:33:54 07/09/02 Tue
- -come on, lets dance- -- Cavalear, 12:13:04 07/09/02 Tue
  - .round and round we go. -- ThE sLaYeR, 12:26:28 07/09/02 Tue
    - | where shall we stop? | -- [.v.a.l.i.e.n.t.e.], 14:18:08 07/09/02 Tue
    - | where shall we stop? | -- [.v.a.l.i.e.n.t.e.], 14:20:22 07/09/02 Tue
      - .nobody knows. -- ThE sLaYeR, 15:31:45 07/09/02 Tue
        ++A Style Of Her Own++ -- Style, 14:21:29 07/10/02 Wed
        ..:Pull me out from Inside:.. -- Colorblind, 14:32:31 07/10/02 Wed
        ...silence... -- [.v.a.l.i.e.n.t.e.], 15:42:31 07/10/02 Wed
        blah... -- Beth, 15:58:56 07/10/02 Wed
        ok -- Style, 18:24:36 07/10/02 Wed
        that was a good subject -- Beth, 05:27:10 07/11/02 Thu
        ..screaming.. -- Jessers, 10:01:51 07/11/02 Thu
        -chews- -- Beth, 11:51:13 07/11/02 Thu