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 Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 6:14 am
*overhears someone reciting poe and walks out to the bar*
How's it going everyone?
*sits beside Luke*
Zoning out, eh? That's always fun.
*zones out*
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 10:48 pm
well now... things certainly have gotten busy all of a sudden here eh? *Passes Selene some hot chocolate in a tall mug.* I hope it meets your expectations.
I love Poe, and Dickinson for that matter. Oh, and would anyone else care for some hot chocolate while the water's still boiling?
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 11:13 pm
well, from the silence, I'll take it that it's a not now. Anyways.... does anyone know a six letter word for "Sculptor's work"?
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 8:42 am
"mmm...chocolate" she sips it slowly "mmm it's very yummy...thanks hun" she says with a smile
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 12:48 pm
You are most welcome. *chews on her pencil* ohh!!! Statue! that'll help me finish this section.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 6:46 pm
You do know chewing pencils isn't good for you right?
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 6:51 pm
"It's a little embarrassing to talk about, but when I was in elementary school, I used to eat erasers. By the time I stopped I had developed a preferance for white erasers. But I don't do that anymore." xD redface
*goes back to muttering Poe*
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?",
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
(Poe, 1845, st. 5-9)
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 8:45 pm
It's ok, paper tastes ok, he laughed
Goes and walks around
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 9:07 am
comes in with a fake christmas tree box and a bag of orniments. "woot merry christmas everyone."
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 3:40 pm
Oh, yay! Are we going to get to decorate it? I love decorating!
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 5:18 pm
*Puts on some Xmas music*
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 9:55 am
"So...the boss left. What happens now?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 10:36 am
**Swaggers in, flailing and fumbling with a whiskey flask nestled neatly in his pocket.**
HeEEey YOU! *hick* You stole my SCARF, you.. you SCARF STEALER!
I'm.. I'm going to *hick* steal your wife, you bum!
**Collapses in a puddle of the bitter brew, sweat sopping from his fiendish forehead and robust.. feet. Even Sharon's doctors couldn't save him now. Far past his time, he should have died on a park bench, with nine heroin needles in his arm and four dead hookers at his feet.**
*hick* Katie Homes.. *hick* YOU STYGIAN HARLOT! No wonder you *hick* slept with Pacey.
Fin ~
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 10:17 pm
"So.....um.....ought we to roll him somewhere.....less vomity.....and more bedlike?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 10:21 pm
Hmm...or throw him out back?
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