Of Things to Come You know, lying there certainly does nothing to help the situation. Your’s, or their’s. A rumble uttered in the darkness of closed eyes. “Don’t lecture. There are no opportunities… No openings. I’m too low. Only the barest slivers.” A reply, spoken in a soft, silken mezzo-soprano. Why whine? You have only yourself to blame for this. You know the easy way out, too. “Don’t. Stop… I know.”Of Things to Come
Such a bland room. A single window, grid-like in
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I have ninjas in high places.
But I have pirates in low places.
ATTACK OF THE PIE-THROWER!!! *splat*
Look! Gulible is written on the ceiling! [link]
Jesus is alive and He rocks my world!
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Natural Disaster
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