I still watch all of you
secretly
I swear


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miss you, oh mighty missy.
:> (the extent of this smile in my face is beyond description)
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Is there a madman with a brain to turn the stuff of nightmare sane
do you have your work anywhere else on the web
have you betrayed us for flickr?!
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For I know men who love monsters
Who give themselves up with delight to the sacrifice
Making of the bites their religion
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\"Maybe its in the basement, let me go up stairs and check.\" - M.C Escher
for your wall
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[link]
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If you don't read, you are stupid.
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People Aren\'t Like Chocolates, They Are Bastard Flavored Bastards With A Bastard Flavored Filling.
The lesson is in the struggle, not in the victory
i think poor old ~astigmatic has been catathonic for months.
how nice of you to remember him
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"Now shut up, you distasteful Adbekunkus"
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(Amelia)!factorial!
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<~Jon-Law> amelia can suck an egg
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