

QirarionTell me what did you see, Qirarion, at the cliffs at the end of the world? Did you see god, angels, and home? Did you see Zeus, Hera, Hermes? Greece and Rome?Qirarion
What did you see, Qirarion, in the Woods of Life's Content?
The nymphs of Art? The Sages of Life? The children you have had the joy of in a June's Autumn Night? What did you see in the Festivals where you met your life, Qirarion, swirling and dancing beneath the light house lights? The Dead that sing with bountious cause, drinking and eating with their damned brethen, who cried at their fall? What did you see, Qirarion, near the end of your wif


Where do we go...?Baldur adjusted himself, grunting as he pulled an errant tail from under him. He set his line down next to him, and watched, peering through the fog at his bobber. "Where do you think we go when he doesn't need us anymore?"Where do we go...?
The dark red haired man next to him blinked, pondering. "What?" "Where do we go? Do we die, Tai? Do we cease to be?"
Tai thought some more, a frown working it's way on to his normally straight face. "...That's actually a very..weird..question, Baldur." Baldur nodded.
"Well, yeah. But it's not without it's merits." Tai nodded, quietly rewinding his l


Out of the War"When did it all come down,Out of the War
to banging my fists on a Floydian Wall? When did it come down to destroying them all?" Maybe, maybe, I didn't say it enough. "Baby, my words are not dust, but stone!" No more cities, no more towns.
Just nothing anymore, none all around! From out of the war did I walk, from my own demise did I talk. No more great tearings, no more dark swearing, anymore. I don't need to fantasize the pain, don't need to distance it now. Sometimes that kind of dream will kill you, quicker, smoother than the bullet, fired from your own hand. I don't need the masks, don't need the black
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The Perple Penutbutter Mokeys are to blame for everything rong... in the univers
I want to make Bages .... but I don't know how to get mony things set ups...>>
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alzatn-?! __ Estoy presa entre las redes de un poema __ say NO to animal torture!
*Victory pose*
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Good cheese comes from happy cave spiders; happy cave spiders come from Boatmurdered!
Baby Bluefire says: "I'm laser convince-able!"
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Good cheese comes from happy cave spiders; happy cave spiders come from Boatmurdered!
Baby Bluefire says: "I'm laser convince-able!"
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