rainbow of the night - spread thee wings and cast upon thee the dust of cookies and cakes
Friday, April 01, 2005
whiff of the tard
I smell it all around me...almost like forcefield or meteological force. a dank presense. the pressure is too great. My eyes are narrowing, my chin, my chin......
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Did you go to the fiend convention, fairy B? That description sounds a little fiendy.
6 comments:
Did you go to the fiend convention, fairy B? That description sounds a little fiendy.
It does sound fiendy. I have some tard smell around me as well. I am going to bite eveyone and make their glands submit.
Hi! I am entering your forcefield.
I am entering your forcefield too! I want to mate!!
You have a huge forehead now!!! Narrow pokey eyes and a deformed chin! You are growing insane!!!
Precious moments, that does not sound so precious. I think you are enemy squad in precious moments' disguise. Naughty enemy squad.
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