A sop to CerberusThese dry concrete halls, echo the bellows of all calls... Waters pulling under, as a cadency keeps rhythmic consistencies In architecture here, a dry resonance, is soundly sleeping Dream;A sop to Cerberus
A thoughts will, can parch this aqueous tomb... Bare inky clouds, Divide immersing waters and Illuminate hollowness Oblivious to any presence, and deeply in illusion
Coherency is helplessly delusional Perception;
Hindering, distilling vividity, inward rest our cell Apices of the statured states, only feral in an oft-constant In anatomy here, Rains Flood a
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Arrive, open your eyes
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Sacred
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Sacred
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Sacred
i know you are new and all, but still, it cant be that hard of a concept to grasp. (this is in response to you in #caffeinelounge, btw)
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LOBSTER is not a crime.
i know you are new and all, but still, it cant be that hard of a concept to grasp.
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LOBSTER is not a crime.
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Tell James Marsters his new love interest is a cement block, he'll have chemistry with the cement block. We'd all be Spike/Cement Block shippers, there'd be a S/CB fic list, and when JM looked at the block just so, we'd post "wow, CB looked hot tonight."
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