Thursday, September 27, 2007
Msg found in a bottle
The empire is lost: bloated and flabby from the years that were too, too easy, incapable of defending itself, now it is ripe for slaughter.
The wolves are howling at the gates. We have nowhere to run.
I
The wolves are howling at the gates. We have nowhere to run.
I
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Is this a drunken post? Rarity up on the trashed elbow.
Is this about Big Brother? To hell with worrying over that BS. I got a fax today asking me to go to Playagawa and firebomb the school and burn all papers/files on the premises.
Ain't no thing. Life is simply getting interesting.--VMM
Is this about Big Brother? To hell with worrying over that BS. I got a fax today asking me to go to Playagawa and firebomb the school and burn all papers/files on the premises.
Ain't no thing. Life is simply getting interesting.--VMM
Those points in order:
No, not drunken, just nicely worded.
No, it's not about Big Brother, it's about the price of fish.
Interesting indeed.
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No, not drunken, just nicely worded.
No, it's not about Big Brother, it's about the price of fish.
Interesting indeed.
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