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Hail to the PointyShiney| Aisuru |
Posted: Sep 22 2009, 01:21 PM
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So...I can tell that no one's posted on here in quite some time, but I figured I'd throw this out there in case any of you luverly people ever (cleverly) decide to come reminisce on the boards of yesteryear.
So if anyone happens upon the Court again, send me an email! I miss you guys! <3 aearah@gmail.com And just because this one always amused me, a smiley for your viewing pleasure:  -------------------- "It keeps receding from me, the world does, it runs away from my fingertips; and when it rains, I must be absolutely soaked with the rain or rain is just not real to me. At night sometimes I creep out naked from my bed and go behind the house and smell the woods and wet and look at stars and cry, for I can't touch them with my fingers. I want to feel the dark between me, want the Lord to touch me and rub off my skin...I want some contact and relation which I fear is just not possible the way my world is so constructed now. So I must do something about this. I must reconstruct the world the way I want it, for to make it real again. I need to make it bleed to know it's real. Do you see? Oh, why do you ask me why? You make me sad when you ask why, and you don't want to know the answer anyway. I can't touch you enough, my love. I can't touch anything enough."
~Alice Ard, Ardy Fafirsin by Don Negro |
  
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