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Surcease of Sorrow; No Tomorrow
Surcease of Sorrow; No Tomorrow

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PHQ-Nickname:
hollow

Halfquake:
Radical Perfection

Level:
21

Total kills:
711,304

Birthday:
September 25th 1985

Bolbanac

Mood:depressive
Type:Story
Added:March 06th 2005, 07:00:40
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And we never ate any bolbonac; laughing all the way down the hall. There was no reason, the court was built on lies, and so were we. Lord Saxony, Lord Gaelo, would you pardon us? We go now to the tower, to plant some bilious caput mortuum, from which grow such wooden stem, and a great gray rose. The elevator does not carry us all the way up, no matter kind hooded figure, we will walk the rest without filing complaint at front desk. At the top of the world, we feel better than we ever have before. We do not choose to laugh, we are forced to it by the stern faces we see ranked by the millions.

All the choices we could have had do not compare to leaving the form empty and watching each other out of the corners of our eyes. We got the right answer and their bent heads then was the proof. The proof today that they stare greenly under the foppish hats and above the curt ties still, when we are made to bend our heads today.

InsaneManiac
March 07th 2005, 07:34:22
And we are the few who decide to not bow to what the masses wish us to conform to and who do what we want, when we want. You have hit most people's lives right on!

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