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Vegas soon. Looking forward to that. Actually just posting so this blog does not feel to neglected. Whatever. Nobody reads this anyhow.. =) which is fine cause I come here for the "art"
fanboy37:
yes. the art is good.
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Just purchased tickets to the boiling cauldron of sin and excess that is Vegas. I shall be in the modern sodom and/or Gamorra from the 24 of dec to the 4th of jan.. Christmas and New years. For those of you who are nosy and want to know just what in the hell a guy like me plans to do in vegas for so long...
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Welcome she says, and I am complete. Her liquid eyes command my full attention. I don't even notice the swell of her breast against the fabric of Her shirt. She turns and beckons, I follow, Her eyes lost to me but their spell unbroken. I see just below the line of Her skirt a Hint of shadow but only just. She is walking the stairs...
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winterpale:
good luck
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Drunk... Just me and the IPOD and a bunch of Naked SG.. Things were worse at the bar.. I Nearly ended up fighting some guy for *I dont even Know* and narrowly escaped some Harpy that was *I suppose* willing to Blow me for a Shot of Jack.. Would someone please tell me where All the Cool or at least Semi Evolved People are in...
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winterpale:
As an Englander I can not offer any advice.
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Once We walked together on the burning walls of Babylon, hand in hand

Rejoicing in the dying of the light together as one, even as the edifice fell

and We ceased to understand each other.

Separated We were on the day the Holy vessel was pierced spilling divine

port on the sand. For We could not bear to be forgivin.

Riven for nearly two Millenia...
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jediapocrypha:
Hello to the DaRkNeSs my freind and keeper of that KerNal that is my soul. A little place deep inside where monsters and LoVe stare endlessly at one another in the dimming firelight. Fearing completion of what was and the future that does not exist I race against my perception of the LiE that is tiME. Stars bring radiance to to the eyes willing to see but have been gone before we created SeLF. Safe in the arms of the Lover I was not ready to withstand I cry for the things never said. Behold My shadow walks behind me though he cannot see over my shoulder to the waste of perdition ,hard won and struggled for like paradise on a winters day. Fragile blowing in the wind, undeserving of gifts of pity and hate, scratching at the door locked tight against the danger of terminal endearment within my mind. I rise again clinging to the mists of dream, sand flowing from my fingertips a reminder of death and her love of the imperfect nature indeed. Cry to try or try to CrY evermore enduring, once touched thrice cursed and badly in need of an overhaul. So once more I remember that this is not my life and the mirror cannot lie to me because it does not exist. Deep breaths, fear and indecisive hearts kill as surely as being born. Tomorrow when I light my morning and exhale the evidence of fire and apathy I will be born again. Tomorrow everything will make sense. Tomorrow....