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A Question, a Riddle- Floating along the blackened pathways, lit by strange orange fires, - Souls sitting in others energy, packed like handfuls of sardines in a barrell of brine - Flesh arrayed in rows, idling away that which does not exist - Thoughts a million miles away, or perhaps not quite so far - The mind of a mortal on a morsel it can smell, though tasting is taboo - Waves intruding all, noises annoying most - Silence the most desired nature of thier tiny, minute consciousness - Flutterbye's jabbering away, clicking and clacking and squeeking - One sees it all again and again, knows the beasts and ignores tA Question, a Riddle
by ~manikzag
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- Current Residence: Brisvegas
- Favourite movie: Alice in Wonderland - disney version
- Favourite band or musician: Varies
- Favourite genre of music: Dance / metal
- Operating System: unfortunately ms
- MP3 player of choice: winamp
- Wallpaper of choice: The Zombie Hunters cast or my baby
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- Favourite cartoon character: dib
- Personal Quote: Your stupid. go die now.
- Tools of the Trade: The blunt instrument of my mind
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Just wanted to let you know, this week at Dr Sketchy's (Sat 1st Sep) we have the amazing Mistress Mandrella.. you can snap up one a ticket on our myspace profile. [link] or livejournal community page [link]
Hope to see you there!!
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What happens when Art School meets Cabaret?
Find out at Dr Sketchy's Anti-Art School Brisbane
[link]
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life is like a biscuit right? A random biscuit chosen from a cookie jar that you know not the contents of. In fact a biscuit jar of the crazy old lady down the street, who's house you've broken into, specifically to steal biscuits off of. Yeah. life's lik
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just imaginary....
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My shoes are too tight, but it doesn't matter for I have forgotten how to dance.- Londo Mollari
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life is like a biscuit right? A random biscuit chosen from a cookie jar that you know not the contents of. In fact a biscuit jar of the crazy old lady down the street, who's house you've broken into, specifically to steal biscuits off of. Yeah. life's lik
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My shoes are too tight, but it doesn't matter for I have forgotten how to dance.- Londo Mollari
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My shoes are too tight, but it doesn't matter for I have forgotten how to dance.- Londo Mollari
*runs away*
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just imaginary....
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