

anointing of the sickA flock of white doves' cousins soared forever higher, as the black uniformed priest stepped out from the apartment complex. With him were his tools, his weapons. Holy water, a Bible, and a cross. One of the winged creatures alighted on the tree before him, not knowing the awe it gave the man. The woman in the apartment, Dolores Serendin, was a birdkeeper; she had rented out the roof of the complex to build a sort of pigeon coop. She was kindly, but quite mad, and had thought he was her son, who had only just last year been- "Oh, Father! Father Dimitri!" called a familiar voice. It was the woman's grand-daughter, Cela Coratsi. As she spanointing of the sick
a riddle for you.
he speaks to rainbows
Devious Comments
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"...I always get old men making bizarre come ons via telephone when they hear me type.
'I hear you bangin away over there, EH
'
=OmahaNebraska
THE ZUTARIAN QUEEN
BUT LUIGI WAS BETTER, TO BE HONEST...
I LOVE HOW HE DID THAT BREAK DANCING THING WHENEVER HE WON SOMETHING IN MARIO PARTY 2
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"...I always get old men making bizarre come ons via telephone when they hear me type.
'I hear you bangin away over there, EH
'
=OmahaNebraska
THE ZUTARIAN QUEEN
I LOVED THE LOSER-ISH UNDERDOGGGG
PEACH WAS CUTE!
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
THAT'S SO CUTE
I THINK PEACH IS MORE MY TYPE, THO.
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"...I always get old men making bizarre come ons via telephone when they hear me type.
'I hear you bangin away over there, EH
'
=OmahaNebraska
THE ZUTARIAN QUEEN
LITTLE KNOWN FACT.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
IF U GO LOLOLOLOLOL!
I DONT
CUZ I AM A TEENAGR.
YAH.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
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"...I always get old men making bizarre come ons via telephone when they hear me type.
'I hear you bangin away over there, EH
'
=OmahaNebraska
THE ZUTARIAN QUEEN
would u like 2 hook up
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"the bright sun shines bright"
-poora's lovely poetic skills
EVERYTHING IM ABOUT TO SAY,PLEASE DO HEAR
I HATE THE WAY YOU TALK ABOUT MY MOTHERS HAIRY BACK
I HATE THE WAY YOUR BREATH SMELLS LIKE A DEAD RAT
I HATE THE WAY YOUR DOGS THREW UP ALL OVER THE MAT
AND I HATE THE WAY THAT YOU LIKE PORN INVOVING SCAT
IM NEVER BAILING YOU OUT OF JAIL AGAIN
YOU PEDOPHILE PSHYCHO,SERIAL KILLER KLEPTO!
STAY OUT OF THIS HOUSE OR ELSE I WILL BUST A CAP ON YOUR ASS
JUST LIKE GUSTAF KELLER SASS!!!!
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"....a bittersweet ending that is like the chocolate"
"WAIT WHY YOU GOT BLOND ONE?"
-noctu's deep,deep philosophical words...
THAT YOU JUST DID ONE OF YOUR LITTLE "TICKS".
YOU OFTEN MAKE YOUR PROBLEMS MINE
LIKE YOU DID WITH YOUR DRUG ABUSE
AND WHEN THE PIMP WANTED YOU TO PAY HIM BACK.
ALSO, WHEN YOU RAN OVER THAT BABY
AND WHEN YOU FONDLED THAT NEIGHBOR GIRL'S RACK,
WHO WAS IT THAT SAVED YOU?
OH, RIGHT, IT WAS HERMAN P. MACK.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
Just...take breaks every so often.
If you need to sort things out or seek help, ask for advice here, then DO SOMETHING.
Please, I worry so much, you wouldn't believe.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
THOSE ARE ALL THINGS YOU DO
AND YOU WERE RAISED BY CATS,YOU FOOL!
ON TOP OF THAT
YOU ALWAYS KNOCK DOWN THE MAILBOX WHEN YOU DRIVE
YOU LEAVE YOUR DIRTY UNDERWEAR ON M DESK
YOU DRINK AND THEN THROW UP--IN BED
I COULD GO ON AND ON
I THINK ITS TIME WE SEPARATE FOR GOOD.
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"....a bittersweet ending that is like the chocolate"
"WAIT WHY YOU GOT BLOND ONE?"
-noctu's deep,deep philosophical words...
i'm not mad at you. OBVIOUSLY there's something wrong in your life right now, as you've told me that there was when we talked on MSN.
i'm not mad at you.
i'm mad at the people who's lives aren't quite as poopy as yours.
the only thing that i'm mad at, with you, is that you're still online. i seriously would be so happy and relieved to see you take some R&R.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
BRAINCHILD IS A DEADZONE.
I AM AFRAID TO GO THERE, NOW.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
YOUR FEET HAD BUNIONS AND GOT COLD AT NIGHT.
YOU HAVE A KNACK FOR LEAVING ALL YOUR NAIL CLIPPINGS ON THE GROUND.
YOU LEAVE HAIR IN THE SHOWER DRAIN. ALWAYS.
YOU USE MY TOOTHBRUSH TO CLEAN THE TOILET.
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, YOU INSULTED MY FAMILY.
I WAS RAISED BY WOLVES, AND YOU SAY YOU'RE "NOT A DOG PERSON"?
MARGARET, WE WERE THROUGH BEFORE WE STARTED.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
YOU'RE SO BRILLIANT
YOURE OUTSHINING ME...I NEED A REAL MAN,A MAN WHO CAN GIVE UP EVERYTHING HE LOVES AND HOLDS DEAR IN HOPES OF PLEASING ME....
THATS NOT YOU,JOHN.
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"....a bittersweet ending that is like the chocolate"
"WAIT WHY YOU GOT BLOND ONE?"
-noctu's deep,deep philosophical words...
...YOU'RE LEAVING ME?!?!?!?!!
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
I'M GOING TO CRY AT THE CEREMONY,YOU'VE BEEN SUCH A GOOD ATHLETE TO BE WITH
...IM
IM
...GOING TO MISS YOU KICKING MY ASS
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"....a bittersweet ending that is like the chocolate"
"WAIT WHY YOU GOT BLOND ONE?"
-noctu's deep,deep philosophical words...
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