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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 20, 2016 18:39:15 GMT -8
Whatever is left of Trevor within those memories is certainly opposing in any little way it can.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 20, 2016 18:44:07 GMT -8
The flea on the back of the ghost princess bucked and writhed at the inimical things before it - memories of squashing bugs seemed to flutter out of the maze of flesh specifically to bother him. The universe was broken mirrors.
The new one, make him shave his body before turning. That could be hot.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 20, 2016 18:47:45 GMT -8
Without a doubt, another facet to send the flea reeling.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 20, 2016 18:57:27 GMT -8
Marcus, what a fun guy. UGH why do they always have to be gay? Whatever, he's kind of hairy anyway... What the hell, what's this little puke doing here? What-- what's he trying to proposition me? GROSS!
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 20, 2016 19:00:27 GMT -8
Our flea really isn't sure what to do with that.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 20, 2016 19:10:52 GMT -8
It's Santi! That brat is supposed to be dead. This is confusing. Wait. He's in it with that brat Theodore!?
Every syllable of the thoughts had a world of meaning behind it. Noteworthy notes amid the chaos:
Santi, the whipped little butt boy of that shady Litanian progenitor. We don't need them! Why Tomasz?
Theodore, naked amid the bloody beasts, his fear was fucking hilarious. Useless creature, barely better than a human. Was I like that before? NEVER!
Santi, standing on the roof of the church watching. What do you want, you fucking creep?!
Marchese, the producer looked like marchese, the fucking foreigners. Fran probably got us into the show by blowing him, her fellow countryman. Probably needs a Litani meat injection every twenty years to keep her tits from falling off. Rap Kru is so good but why do they think she's so hot? She's a bitch! Fuck, why did I have to go with her?
Theodore, in the hall with that little Eastern toad. What the fuck was he saying? Fuck them! Theodore?! Really?!?
Brats. So many brats. My brat. So boring! The brains of a fucking sheep! Useless! We don't need them, Tomasz!
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 20, 2016 19:15:59 GMT -8
There was something about that toad. What great style he has...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 20, 2016 21:37:58 GMT -8
Trevor rode out the rest of the night tossing and turning, face twitching, Glennish words escaping his mouth without his awareness, until dawn let him mercifully into blank death...
((next wed @ 6))
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