Monday Jan 09, 2006

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Chivalry, and the unadultrated poison to slay that very monster within. As if one could shave the fat from a feather that blisters upon the very flower that is my heart.

~S~
cyprian:
You silver-tongued devil. I bet you're a big hit at parties. "Tarry this galaxial tick with me, my saccharine sieve strung of orchid stems, and I'll quest out the light-beer fountain for to quench the depths of your parched soul. Sooth!" Just taking the piss, love, carry on. wink

[Edited on Jan 10, 2006 11:46PM]

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