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Blueprint
Contributed by
vincy
on
Friday, 20th June 2003 @ 03:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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From the moulder's intent into the frying pan a rude awakening to lifes ordeal. The predator's word a double-edged sword the escapist sings a forsaken song. The primitive urge too eager to surge embracing pain from the serpent's tongue to the unicorn ears. In the time of need one persons hunger anothers greed. There are traces left of what was indeed a primordial feed the pillaging and theft of the original seed.
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vincy
... [
2003-06-20 03:35:00] (Date/Time posted on
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