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LaMiLf
Supreme tranceaddict

Registered: Jan 2008
Location: IN YOUR HEAD
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Dec-20-2009 06:08
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Ted Promo
NWO WOLFPACK INSANE

Registered: Jun 2005
Location: Can this be my goal??!
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| quote: | Originally posted by LaMiLf
All in all I think those of us who knew the Real Raul, know that he was WAY TOO SPECIAL OF A BEING to be part of this Normal World.
I have been thinking a lot about it and at first yes I was very very angry at him for not reaching out to one of his closer friends. Apparently he tried, but it wasn't someone who cared enough to do anything about it.
But at this point, I am thinking that He always knew he didn't belong, that he was a part of a much more Beautiful Existence and he was only here to impact the live's of all of us. His Journey had finally come to an end he had to now leave us so that he can finally be where he always belonged.
"May his Dark Wings spread wide so that he may finally Fly Free of all his Misery's"
Why would we want to contain such a soul like Raul's? It would be selfish to try and keep him here just for our benefit. I know that where ever he is now HE FINALLY BELONGS!!! |
Jilted tanning spray tongue and merriweather stance
Fitted standing stray and lunge with a fair-thee-better glance
Inside the outer ring, let slide the touted sheen of morose and humble decompose snugly into the warming clasp of the censure. A finite tenure of concretely humanizing undertones quick on her blunder toes she tripped with the undertow right before slipping into her new home. Between Prudence and Providence lies Decadence, a four-corner town in a coroner's gown. Each resident slept eight hours, worked eight hours, ate for two hours, and always died peacefully. Beseeching pestilence, researching evidence and debunking heaven's fence, the tawdry boundary with the resisting tethered wrists. They incited willfully and forever invited sinfully the tranquil ability to submerse instability with perverse reality. Perfunctory childbirth insert me by style's filth.
Pick it up from that point, the faltering penance of a phrase pitching pristine from the column of the trampled. Beleaguered by the request, ankles nearly snapping and docile from the gentle sapping.
Sire Sentinel celebrating dire sensible elegant with mired principles sending phalanx toward the fray. Sire Sentinel allocating tired generals malevolent but nigh of whimsical pending mental chainlinks for the way up the slope to cerebellum and the sky holds the misunderstood serum.
And in hand is the remote. Conscience movement of display, constant involvement in the play. Diagnose stillbirth, whoever it will first. For this can't set near Prudence, and hasn't even earned a spot in Providence. And everyone here sleeps eight hours every day.
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Dec-20-2009 19:41
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