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C0r-whore Xmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa Gift Exchange 2011 (pg. 7)
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| Ted Promo |
VAR YOU CAN HAVE ME FOR CHRISTMAS
Teach me the wii bowling, it is never too late.
I want you to have some blood-born pathogen. I pray for this and this for me.
PLANE TICKETS FOR ME AND TREATS FOR YOU THIS SEASON |
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| LAdazeNYnights |
| I'd prefer shipping in the US |
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| Ted Promo |
YOU THIS THREAD IS ABOUT VAR AND I NOW
VAR, you cannot ignore this and I implore this the doors they sure hiss to the faint and remorseless morse code forces through your ears and pores and your slits and gets inside and bores in and vestigial heart pours thin, down to our fatal tones and there by our natal sons, through all the cradle bones we dig out a solid home.
From each of our beds. Our nurturing beds.
VAR |
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| Ted Promo |
VAR
I know you need addresses, much like I am almost certain you need stem cells. You have that "I really need stem cells," kind of smile. You really do. It's as though this receding enamel and inescapable sanguine erosion of the frayed fragments of bronzed youth faded in a Western way.
Well, there is one address I could give to you so bad, if you would DAD the all out of me, the twenty fifth of this next coming month to be.
VAR
MY STAR
BETHLEHEM BARS US BUT ALL PARTS IMPART US TO BECKON AND START TO TRUST
EACH OF MY HAMSTRINGS TO YOU |
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| Ted Promo |
VAR
Settled under the layers and layers of stagnant melted chlorine water, her eyes sunk shut one last time. As the shade of a week pounded in the furthest pinpricks of her chest, the sludge of semi-air seeps in and squishes outward in a defiant slurp of quixotic force against the weathered arms of the inexorable. Her blue life vest lay bobbing at the top of the summit of her visible plain, as she gazes up through the segments of forest that pock marked the roof of the watery ceiling to her coveted spot of rest. How had it come that she had descended to this layer? Still tethered to the vest as it remained anchored to the frame of a vision of life only left a'flicker for a scant 5 years?
I think VAR, VAR
can we make this finish? |
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| Ted Promo |
A faint tugging at the string as the precious clearest moments spread back into the burble of the vibrancy of the living wavelength. Barely there and steadying pace her eyes shoot back awake somehow overpowering the ensconcing temptation to lurch toward the grip of all things morte.
Through the clamoring canopy of the liquid ceiling, parting the frame as though dipping into a viscous vat of motor oil, midst all the right elements to conjure at least two thirds of one ROSE MARTIN, an orange and leathery frame of an arm comes cooly gliding through. It latches onto her in a familiar fashion, fastened to her hip and bringing chastisement to her lips, and obedient eclipse of a gradient crisp in her radiant abyss she had already chosen to succumb to, only to come to the surface and realize it's the furthest of the curvature of the earth she had intended to see.
VAR, we have the pool girl now, let us make a huge swirl out of the remainder of her blood and the rest of the love I can GIVE FOR THEE |
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| Ted Promo |
I DO NOT OWN ENOUGH PANTS FOR THIS OCCASION, VAR
SO CAUSE ABRASIONS, VAR
PAUSE FOR SENSATIONS, VAR
JAWS FROM OUR PATIENTS, VAR
FLAWS IN OUR PATIENCE, VAR
CRAWLS IN THEIR FACES, VAR
TRAWLS IN ALL SPACES, VAR
I HAVE TONS OF KILLER DESYN MASIELLO SETS WE CAN LISTEN TO |
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| wienerschnitzel |
| Don't stop. |
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| Ted Promo |
| Aw but weeney I'm gonna go eat oreos for a while :/ |
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| shaw |
| You finally got that date with Rose? |
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| Ted Promo |
| At this point I am trying to conjure a Rose. I have almost enough motor oil. Certainly enough Incan crystals. Not sure about the chilupa inventory at this moment in space. |
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| prolikewhoa |
| quote: | Originally posted by VAR
i'm in,
although i would prefer to get matched with a girl,
which narrows the field considerably.
let's see, probably Wiener.
Jenny would send a hit man after me,
Banora never talks to me,
and
Pro is leaving the country to have my child . . . :p
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i'm never wearing glasses on a TA webcam chat again |
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