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- buckethead alien
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Rian Jackson
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- buckethead alien
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* Sensei enters on pocket-bike and crashes into last of wine *buckethead alien wrote:That leaves one glass for whoever so desires.
I have to run out to get something for dinner but I'll be back in here later to open that wine. Just allow it to stand over there until I return and don't let Sensei near it.
Oh, shit! That grape juice better not stain the fuckin' paint on my new ride!
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you too, sweet girl. mind if I join you down here for a bit? regular decibel level is starting to sound kinda roarish in my hot head. Ugh. Offer still stands, btw, should you ever care to snap out of it and put on a booming voice.
On a different note, the beau left his snuggly polarfleece jacket, which I have donned, and I'm about to um, you know, just smelling it. mmmmm. The man has powerful phermones. That feels a little better.[/i]
On a different note, the beau left his snuggly polarfleece jacket, which I have donned, and I'm about to um, you know, just smelling it. mmmmm. The man has powerful phermones. That feels a little better.[/i]
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Rian Jackson
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gigglesnort
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well, nothing wrong w feeling small for a bit. Sometimes I like to feel small; makes it seem like a trifle less significant than it feels, whatever "it" happens to be at the moment. [cheesy announcer voice]Like sand thru the hour glass, these are the days of our lives. [/cheezy announcer voice]
[gushing] gosh but it is fun borrowing clothes! (and gosh, I love you too, little Rian. Big germy smooches all over you.) I feel so expressive right now! [/gushing]
[gushing] gosh but it is fun borrowing clothes! (and gosh, I love you too, little Rian. Big germy smooches all over you.) I feel so expressive right now! [/gushing]
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Excerpt/Quote From Book:
Twisted Lullaby
by Melyssa G. Sprott
“As sure as the light of the silvery moon,
your father, my dear, will be home soon.
So shut your mouth and go to sleep,
don’t dare cry, don’t make a peep.
Remember to tell him you love him or you’ll die”,
Mother sings her twisted lullaby.
“Wish for mercy, pray for death,
await the day he ceases breath.
He’ll wake you up at three in the morning
to beat you senseless without warning.
It doesn’t matter how still you lie”,
Mother sings her twisted lullaby.
“Act normal—though your pain is deep.
I’ll get him a beer, you feign sleep.
When you wake you’ll be all grown up,
you’ll forget this nightmare—enough is enough.”
Now I’m cold and unforgiving and I don’t know why
Mother sang me her twisted lullaby.
Twisted Lullaby
by Melyssa G. Sprott
“As sure as the light of the silvery moon,
your father, my dear, will be home soon.
So shut your mouth and go to sleep,
don’t dare cry, don’t make a peep.
Remember to tell him you love him or you’ll die”,
Mother sings her twisted lullaby.
“Wish for mercy, pray for death,
await the day he ceases breath.
He’ll wake you up at three in the morning
to beat you senseless without warning.
It doesn’t matter how still you lie”,
Mother sings her twisted lullaby.
“Act normal—though your pain is deep.
I’ll get him a beer, you feign sleep.
When you wake you’ll be all grown up,
you’ll forget this nightmare—enough is enough.”
Now I’m cold and unforgiving and I don’t know why
Mother sang me her twisted lullaby.
hush li'l babe
don't say a word
papa likes only what he read
that you been out drinking booze
others guys had to pay for
that you're only my sweet whore
even though santa paid you more
seattle was quite a binge,
hush little babe put your jaw un-hinged
Lysol™ bottles soon will pour
Vancouver ought to even the score
hope to see those santa slaves
elvish dresses up nave
that is all for this one night
hush little babe
you can close yer mouth
don't say a word
papa likes only what he read
that you been out drinking booze
others guys had to pay for
that you're only my sweet whore
even though santa paid you more
seattle was quite a binge,
hush little babe put your jaw un-hinged
Lysol™ bottles soon will pour
Vancouver ought to even the score
hope to see those santa slaves
elvish dresses up nave
that is all for this one night
hush little babe
you can close yer mouth
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