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Ananda Sandgrain
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06-14-2006 23:12
... there was something, and then I lost it again.
After so many centuries of constraint among the soft bounties and wildness, we are now free in a hard, gleaming age, with the patter and squeek of little robot wheels underfoot. A deep voice is no longer necessary, I float light as a feather in the morning sun; but delight escapes me. I forgot to bring my party dress.
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Ananda Sandgrain
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06-15-2006 20:44
The two thousand pieces of me drift aimlessly. Is the true me the sum of them, more than them, or none of them? The flotsam of a million years congeals like coal dust in my mind.
Why must only a few pieces ever be acknowledged?
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Kerrigan Moore
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Join date: 16 May 2006
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06-16-2006 12:51
If you don't know the person well never eat mushrooms or brownies they give you.
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Azreal Rubio
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Join date: 29 Jan 2004
Posts: 194
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06-16-2006 13:23
From: Kerrigan Moore If you don't know the person well never eat mushrooms or brownies they give you. I had mushrooms once, turned the word to a 2D oil-painting kind of groove. fantastic! |
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Ananda Sandgrain
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06-16-2006 15:24
These were literary references to Orlando, not drug references. Nevermind, good advice there.  |
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Devlin Gallant
Thought Police
Join date: 18 Jun 2003
Posts: 5,948
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06-18-2006 00:53
Hmm. Where in Florida did you find writing like THAT?
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