Feb 14, 2011 00:20
[Voice]
[Forward dated to a more managable morning time of the 14th.
So.]
On a scale of, oh... one to ten, how painful has it been to lose any of your feathers.
Disgustingly charming wings of Luceti or otherwise. The thought of it can count too, if you want.
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demon mothers have feelings too,
irony it is ironic,
mama a needs some vay-kay,
curious mama,
lovestruck in three-two-
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[Yeah, Halloween hasn't left his memory.]
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I doubt there's a scale that could contain the level of pain you've experienced over your life.
...or given, ohohoh, I don't think I could be anymore sincere about that ♪
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What a cruel thing you are, mathematicians heads must be popping off their bodies in an effort to get away from the tedium of it all.
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[So. Amused.]
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They can all be punched out eventually.
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When you say things like that all I want to do is find you and make you fall on your face.
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[PARADOX.]
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If that's the case come stand on the front lawn with me and together we'll wait for a stray breeze to knock you over.
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[Then; matter of fact.]
And there's nothing stopping me from sweeping you off your feet myself any other day when you're being an idiot or getting on my nerves. Countless opportunities ♥
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