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| 07-14-2007, 01:16 PM | #12 |
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Spades will be back. All she needs is some more posting. I know she can never leave me.
I, now, am moved out on my own and I love it. The downside is that I have to work more to pay bills.
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| 07-14-2007, 10:09 PM | #13 |
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How old are you again?
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| 07-15-2007, 12:59 AM | #14 |
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| 07-15-2007, 02:11 PM | #15 |
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Is this re-imagining going to involve a graphical overhaul - i respect the simplicity in use of the average CMS, but visually they just dont stack up. I'd definitely post if i had the threads to do so with, but it burns my eyes somewhat.
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'so how did it end? can you describe those final days?'
broken windows, and resting eyes. 'can you tell us what happened here?' they finally got sick of it all, they just gave up on accepting fate. that was the loophole, they found the achilles heel and managed to strike it down. at the feet of the ruins is a dormant structure. dormant but breathing, still breathing. the wind sweeps through its hallways, echoing at the establishment of their caretakers. an exhaltation of cold premonition. |
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| 07-16-2007, 01:03 PM | #16 | |
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Believe me, you have no idea what's coming. I'll try and keep you guys updated on the progress of this. And Hardcore, I haven't logged on to msn in weeks. Been so busy and all. But I'll catch up with you soon. ![]() |
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| 07-16-2007, 01:25 PM | #17 | |
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'so how did it end? can you describe those final days?'
broken windows, and resting eyes. 'can you tell us what happened here?' they finally got sick of it all, they just gave up on accepting fate. that was the loophole, they found the achilles heel and managed to strike it down. at the feet of the ruins is a dormant structure. dormant but breathing, still breathing. the wind sweeps through its hallways, echoing at the establishment of their caretakers. an exhaltation of cold premonition. |
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