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"Dante run's as fast as he can"
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!
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*Flayed wakes up from his self induced Oozo & Lunesta coma he drank himself into on day one. Flayed looks around and sees how lame everything has become. He mixes the rest of the Oozo with bleach, drinks it down & then wanders off to find a nice place amongst the garden to perish*
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05-30-2006, 11:18 AM
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Yay! I didn't get eaten!!!
Woooooooooooo!
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**Eats Dante and his stupid ego**
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*Lovecraft, who always arrives late, presses his face against the window looking inside.
"Did I miss chicken fingers? he wonders.*
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Snow falling and night falling fast, oh fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it--it is theirs. All the animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The loneliness incluces me unawares. And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less-- A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars--on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places. Desert Places--Robert Frost
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Er you might want to swap beds mate. *looks through glass into the rest of house* Poshers put on weight, has more food arrived?
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