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2004-08-22 19:07:40 ET WRITE BAD GOTH POETRY: The midnight bell tolls! I fall and cry! oh black I hearken to thee!! Death.. death.. death ALAS it is over with the cloakfly of dawn!!! I can... SOUND LIKE AN IRRITATING VALLEY GURL: Like totally. And then she was like oh my god. And then he was like, yeah totally! And then she was like I can't -believe- he said that!!! And those, my friends, are my wide range of talents. |
