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 Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 5:56 pm
Dried berries, rolled in bowl
motor ground with pestle
into pale white dust
that ruins lives
with no more than a teaspoon
Pinch to kill the pain
breath deep to cure the chronic
Rims your skin in white powder
Nerves singing in bliss
euphoric living waking dreams
twined into your skull, spill out
your ears in rising sound
leaving itching in its wake
like a thousand tundlebugs marching
to your shoes, burrowing in your
cloths
Wasn't a cure for long
you turned it under, raked
their dreams to shreds in weak
desire and I can't find a reason to
apologize, Crack head for your
faults
Oliver decided to start this off with a Poem
Still setting out so, sit back, don't post and enjoy Oliver's poetic side.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 5:58 pm
Oliver
Basic:Slum rat illiterate street doc with a sharp memory and prickly demeanor.
Soft spot - His sibling.
Looking for: Prisoner or Therapist rps. Oliver needs to meet more people in warden's yard and well, he up to frightening Leevi again or just being difficult for Jessan. (She sort of creeps him out with the smiling. ) I wouldn't say no to anyone from the Dragonwatch interviewing him.
Relationships? Oliver has to say no at the moment. And ask where do you think they have enough privacy for a quickie?
Currently: Between boredom and depression
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 5:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 6:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 6:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 6:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 6:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 6:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 6:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 6:14 pm
Last Reserve post for Chari's
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 6:15 pm
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