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Date Posted: 19:28:24 07/03/02 Wed
Author: ThE sLaYeR
Author Host/IP: spider-to051.proxy.aol.com / 152.163.204.66
Subject: .where is the fun in that?.
In reply to: Beth 's message, "ugh! That was Cav! Not Mut < fumes >" on 18:56:30 07/03/02 Wed

.help. im a lost little girl. lost in my mind. wading in a pool of insanity and evil. i believe satan has grasped my soul, i am freaking out. take my hand and pull me out. or..actually. leave me be. for i am happy in this place. of domination and murder.
	.inquiry is sent forth 'pon the lyrics 'o the cobra. luminescent orics alight with the dance'o malevolent flames, lost. hidden b'hind the quarreling ascent 'o forelock appendages, veiling the view 'o the demoness. hind is cocked, taut tendons re-entwining b'neath coiled peltage, relaxing. she 'ad nothing to fear. for life. was a game. she was a mere pawn. but aye, she was the king. the hardest to murder, and the last standing. the silver glow cast eerie silhouette on for mileage unknown. crania soon tilting, auids hovering 'pon crown at comfortable stature.

.help. im a lost little girl. lost in my mind. wading in a pool of insanity and evil. i believe satan has grasped my soul, i am freaking out. take my hand and pull me out. or..actually. leave me be. for i am happy in this place. of domination and murder.

.inquiry is sent forth 'pon the lyrics 'o the cobra. luminescent orics alight with the dance'o malevolent flames, lost. hidden b'hind the quarreling ascent 'o forelock appendages, veiling the view 'o the demoness. hind is cocked, taut tendons re-entwining b'neath coiled peltage, relaxing. she 'ad nothing to fear. for life. was a game. she was a mere pawn. but aye, she was the king. the hardest to murder, and the last standing. the silver glow cast eerie silhouette on for mileage unknown. crania soon tilting, auids hovering 'pon crown at comfortable stature.

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-- , 19:29:51 07/03/02 Wed
| they call me death | -- [.v.a.l.i.e.n.t.e.], 20:16:42 07/03/02 Wed
- .death ain't your style. -- ThE sLaYeR, 20:32:22 07/03/02 Wed
  - ^ indeed ^ -- Cavalear, 08:25:34 07/04/02 Thu
    - . to the rescue . -- . suicide ., 11:00:30 07/04/02 Thu
      - IDEA!!! -- . master of ideas ., 11:08:29 07/04/02 Thu
        Response to idea.. -- Slayer, 12:12:52 07/04/02 Thu
        ..i agree.. -- Vallie/Jessie, 19:57:37 07/04/02 Thu
        -I disagree- -- Beth.. if you don't know who I play.. oh well, heh, 20:31:01 07/04/02 Thu
        ...giggles... -- Jessie, 20:38:26 07/04/02 Thu