Life is Truth. Chapter Seven‘There’s no way you can fit all of this into one house Stephen.’ Jenny commentated, when he took her up a flight of stairs and turned left. Strictly speaking, they should have walked into a wall. He laughed. ‘You might say it’s bigger on the inside.’ Jenny stopped walking, staring at him looking, to be honest, a little bit frightened. ‘It is?’ ‘Oh don’t be an idiot Jenny. Course it isn’t. We brought the house next door and knocked it through. You can’t get bigger on the inside things!’ Jenny couldn’t help but smile, little did he know. ‘ Well, iLife is Truth. Chapter Seven
| WoD storyteller? Or alternately a somewhat crazy chick with a weird mind. Can be found either in her room or the Matrix with a notebook and a pen in her left pocket. Noterious for procrastinating, suffers from a writer's/poetry block, never at the same time though, with a strange fascination bordering on obsessive in horror and macabre art. And everyone is a dandelion. |
Yet another rant.
Isolated
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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A healthy dose of insanity mixed with a morbid streak, several voices and Rise against as well as a follower of the black rabbit of Inle.
Gwen was playing poker with Tarot cards, she got a full house and three people died.
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Luzi en el fin del mundo
Luzi at the end of the world
ルジーちゃんせかいのおわりでいます。
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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~DR
I am an ART GOD.... in need of more followers T=T
The Collegiate Association of Table Top Gamers
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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