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Happy Birthday Echos!!! (pg. 4)
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| Echo of Silence |
Thank you for the birthday wishes, all of you. Yes, I'm officially old.
;)
I'm back in the United States to recruit some masochists for my fieldwork. I'll only be here a few days but I thought returning to sunny southern California would be a greaaaat b-day present. Haha. Not. It's cold, rainy, and muddy, here.
whine whine
:D
Pretty flowers, CD! I should download that and make a new avatar. |
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| Joss Weatherby |
| Ah, that sucks, but at least you can go outside now! Even in the rain! :tongue3 |
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| Unique2701 |
| Happy belated birthday! |
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| Echo of Silence |
Thanks, Jamey!
Hmmm, where's my sig? The rose bud on the piano keys is gone!
:conf:
Yeah, Cliff, I can go outside without cover and without worry. Very nice! Only I'm not going out cuz it's pouring! I don't have an umbrella or a raincoat here and of course, Meg's coat is too little.
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| Echo of Silence |
| quote: | Originally posted by Ian
I see it, goof. |
You do? You see my sig? I wonder why I can't see it?
Hmmm...this is very suspicious.
Have I been hax0red?
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| Ian |
| No, you've probably just blocked the link to the site it's hosted on or something. It's still there, so don't worry :) |
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| Omega_Blue |
| oh , happy belated chrissi! hope things are going well with you. |
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| Cloudburst |
| I always thought you lived in us not only lived there while studying. |
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| Joss Weatherby |
| quote: | Originally posted by Cloudburst
I always thought you lived in us not only lived there while studying. |
This year echo seems homeless... :p She is a wanderer, a nomad. :D |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
| Vagabond. Call her what you will. |
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| Ted Promo |
Ever since each careless instance
sharing Winstons, pairing distance
Midst the late-night filibuster
Hips combusting filled with rust her-
Her hands clasped each straw fleshing out the barriers. The last time this had happened she wound up back against the floor, eyes fixated on the blemished coarse grey ceiling. The uneasy shifting. He'd sit right across from her buying into her latent miscues. Pestered by festered abuse and airing misuse he'd hardly refuse while breathing profuse and bleeding through tissues his mind hitting peaked queues and piquing his inner recluse letting loose, releasing his right hand for a fixed truce and allying for a sixth bruise. The one beneath each stolen spit of nature.
Ever since those parceled by pittance
Gained admittance
Resided in suspense and a bucolic past-tense
Levy atom a bevy stratum the light
buries heavens baring fours and bearing sevens
Structure has a function and it's all its own assumption
Structure has a puncturing stoic last conclusion
Structure has a picture of immaculate confusion
Structure has the pedals to bypass all laced fusion
Soon then, seasoned in an array of carefully folded reasons -- move in and seize them, barely cold yet freezing.
All these tacit tactics point to permeating flaccid point to the fact that echos, I have crazy prophylactics. |
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