Just figured I'd inform you.
The Sheep Are Breaking In!: Some stupid movie I watched about killer sheep. I regret nothing.


Footnotes Arthur never had been able to get the hang of Thursdays. It was difficult to explain, but whenever strange things happened (well, up until Ford miraculously whisked him up and away into the universe, because since then nothing BUT strange things had been happening to him) they usually seemed to strike on Thursdays, and Arthur had always had a sense of impending unbalance on those days. His psychiatrist, during the short phase when he had deigned to have one, told him that this was because his internal clock was messed up, and he had better just get the bloody fuck over it. &nbsFootnotes
Let me know what you think!
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If the world was falling down, Id run to you for safety. And if we get crushed, at least we died in each others' embrace.
Anyway just thought I'd say I really like your writing
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"When trusting the senses, peace of mind will never come. What has been said and done is open to perceive in any way desired. Now, behold, conflict is gone."
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John is my pith. Paul is my charm. George is my peace. Ringo is my laughter. Mick is my attitude. Keith is my will. Brian is my logic. Bill is my control. Charlie is my manner. Pete is my opinion. Roger is my voice. Moonie is my fun. John is my rebel.
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... it appears to be the brain of a small lemur...
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"You have to throw rocks at your characters to get a good story flowing..." - Christopher Paolini.
Peace is the brief moment between reloading.
(>-__-)> O <--I GIVE YOU THE PANCAKE!!
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-I was thinking to myself this is a beautiful life- Institute
~*~Alejandra~*~
I miss your writing, Slash.
It hasn't even been a month but it's like a drug, I can't get enough.
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"I reject your reality, and substitute my own!"
Yes...I'm paranoid...
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