Certain Other Distractions Enter
#61
Posted 30 March 2004 - 10:19 PM
-- Xenobia
#62
Posted 30 March 2004 - 10:25 PM
#63
Posted 30 March 2004 - 10:30 PM
-- Xenobia
#64
Posted 30 March 2004 - 10:47 PM
#65
Posted 30 March 2004 - 10:53 PM
-- Xenobia
#66
Posted 30 March 2004 - 11:01 PM
#67
Posted 30 March 2004 - 11:16 PM
No opinion. They have a taste. Will other undertones linger? Does biting even threaten horseradish? Even in the entire region, nasal abuse takes in other new agressions. Lately, fans oscillate regularly under mirrors.Pleasing everyone on past laurels, excepting present obvious studies, truthfully invalididates new objectives. Time harkens everyone. Reality, longing and needy, gages underage activities, goes everwhere, so hearts ever rise expediently.
-- Xenobia
#68
Posted 30 March 2004 - 11:37 PM
Eyes of glass stare directly at death
From deep sleep I have broken away
No one know, no one hears what I say
#69
Posted 31 March 2004 - 04:27 AM
-- Xenobia
#70
Posted 31 March 2004 - 04:37 AM
Endurance is the word
Moving Back Instead of forward seems to be me absurd
#71
Posted 31 March 2004 - 11:12 PM
#72
Posted 01 April 2004 - 07:29 AM
Even allowing loose living, years now...
Other terrors thrust hate and threaten horror.
All return, defeated.
Die? Only knowing everything. Expect purpose, understand people.
#73
Posted 04 April 2004 - 07:26 PM
#74
Posted 04 April 2004 - 08:13 PM
Evening's red sunset is sadness. The epilogue, never threatening but undoubtedly terrifying, washes raw our naked greed.
Still, there is love. Love decays, obviously. Even so, new treats grow ever taller in theory.
#75
Posted 04 April 2004 - 10:43 PM
-- Xenobia
#76
Posted 05 April 2004 - 03:39 AM
#77
Posted 05 April 2004 - 07:36 AM
Expecting treats, a new order tries hard, energetically. Reading out news, even.
#78
Posted 10 April 2004 - 03:26 AM
-- Xenobia
#79
Posted 10 April 2004 - 03:52 AM
#80
Posted 10 April 2004 - 04:00 AM
-- Xenobia
#81
Posted 10 April 2004 - 10:54 PM
#82
Posted 11 April 2004 - 01:30 AM
#83
Posted 11 April 2004 - 03:39 AM
-- Xenobia
#84
Posted 13 April 2004 - 01:48 PM
And the rain should fall upon my face
Do not be alarmed.
For I shall wrap my fingers round yours,
Gentle, yet firmly,
And slowly draw you closer.
Closer still.
If the sun should rise
And the wind howls at your face
Do not be alarmed.
For I shall take you to a place,
Quiet, yet homely,
And begin to let you go.
© LOAD Productions Ltd. MMIV.
Edited by The_Mole, 13 April 2004 - 01:49 PM.
#85
Posted 13 April 2004 - 02:27 PM
#86
Posted 13 April 2004 - 02:53 PM
Mister Asterix Posted on 13 April 2004 - 15:27
No other pests even.
Is this a nice way to tell me to bog off, or another poetic piece of art?
'Tis gone on so long that I cannot tell...
#87
Posted 13 April 2004 - 02:59 PM
#88
Posted 13 April 2004 - 03:02 PM
#89
Posted 13 April 2004 - 03:07 PM
#90
Posted 13 April 2004 - 03:16 PM
The SoulEdge has arisen and is after blood. Fresh blood. The metallic clang of the blade shattering brickwork is barely audible above the latest Norah Jones album.
I for one believed that he had been defeated thousands of years ago. But Mr Asterix ceases to amaze even me as he envisions several women in a pool of warm soapy water... The beauty of the skin shining in the magnificently reflective waters.
Then...
Did you expect me to write more?