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 Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 8:03 pm
Part one countdown from 1000
#991: The apple is crunched greedily, water drips, sirens in distance, background traffic, soft hiss of soda pop.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 8:07 pm
Pt 1 #997
Siani's mind becomes a world whitewashed on a cool winter morning.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 8:11 pm
Pt 1 #996
Light traveled through the tunics of the eye and into the vast abyss of the visceral humor.
(Just had to do it. Sad, yes, I know. but still)
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 8:36 pm
Part one countdown from 1000
#990: The eye of the moon winks at the stray cats dancing in the street to the beat of a thunderhead in the distance.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 1:48 pm
Part one countdown from 1000
#989: Spiders crawling around a cave up and down webs of grey hairs cotton, dancing on poor insect victuums
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 1:07 am
Part one countdown from 1000
#988: Curve of back over glow of computer, what is it he will find?
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 3:22 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 11:41 am
Pt 1 #995
From the shiny chrome cave the sopping wet deciples came forth.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 11:51 am
Pt 1 #994
Into the large wicker valley they traipsed, one by one... and occasionally in twos.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 10:20 pm
Part one countdown from 1000
#987: Blue-white wings of golden aura light as candles, dancing in the leaves of an oak.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 12:37 pm
Pt 1 #993
The wind holwed in protest at the wailing sound and the snow rose up into a cyclone of nothingness.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 2:02 pm
Part one countdown from 1000
#986: The dancing penguins dived into the the icy water with thunderous splashes.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 10:58 pm
Part one countdown from 1000
#985: Dark fans moving the night air over her. She dances to the air currents, streamers floating twirling. She is the night.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 6:21 pm
Pt 1 #992
She glanced about her at the chattering trees and wondered if they really were glass after all.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 6:38 pm
Pt 1 #991
It flows through the air bringing about bloodshed, it inspires both the pearly tears of contentment and the hot tears of resentment; it can rise admiration in the hearts of men or cast them down into oblivion. What is it?
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