ForbiddenFruit
Earning My Ears
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- Mar 22, 2005
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"So Profound," Thou sayeth Mr. Shrew to the Malivelent victim of a tempetuous lashing from the agnacious scheming ridicules of the ancient realm of the Sphere. I nonetheless, Am not availabe, but perhaps I shall be come the fortnight or my chosen destiny from the profoundness of the Winter that lay in ruin.
*sob* Can you see the light of what you have created? *sob*
*sob* Can you see the light of what you have created? *sob*