Drive all night to hold you tight...
Here's a riddle I came up with --
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A young man sits alone in the dark of his bedroom, a glint of color rests in his right hand. His left wrist is laying on his knee, stretched out toward a beam of moonlight. His love lays at his feet, her lifeline curling out into the darkness. The shadowed corners of the room give off a slight hum that eventually attracts the boy's black-lined gaze. He sits still for a moment, then leans forward, his left hand outstretched. What does he pick up?
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It took Kat the riddlemaster quite a long time to get it. And the monkeys in the riddle room on Gaia weren't even close. See if you can get it.
Waaa. I think I'll probably never get better.
I'm becoming more and more like the authors I've studied in school...
Which means I'm either: dying, gay, consumptive, a drug addict, or dead. Or perhaps in an extreme case all of the above.
My lungs are not working properly. It hurts to breathe. I sould probably go see a doctor...
I hope it snows.
A lot.
Like -woah-.
Which is the way I love Brett.
Like -woah-.
But to such an extreme -woah- that it would burn your eyes for me to type it out any other way.
Brett: "We'd make such a cute couple...it'd make people physically ill..."
Thea: "Heh! It really would..."
Perri: "Hell, I know I'd hurl..."
So. I never went into detail on my weekend. And I think I shall leave it that way.
Just suffice it to say that besides the lack of normal breathing due to my excess phlegm, it was absolutely marvelous.
Mu.
! \/\/4|\|7 |\/|3|-| 8R377.
I miss your lips. And quite frankly the rest of you as well. I'm not one to be biased on the subject. ^-^
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A young man sits alone in the dark of his bedroom, a glint of color rests in his right hand. His left wrist is laying on his knee, stretched out toward a beam of moonlight. His love lays at his feet, her lifeline curling out into the darkness. The shadowed corners of the room give off a slight hum that eventually attracts the boy's black-lined gaze. He sits still for a moment, then leans forward, his left hand outstretched. What does he pick up?
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It took Kat the riddlemaster quite a long time to get it. And the monkeys in the riddle room on Gaia weren't even close. See if you can get it.
Waaa. I think I'll probably never get better.
I'm becoming more and more like the authors I've studied in school...
Which means I'm either: dying, gay, consumptive, a drug addict, or dead. Or perhaps in an extreme case all of the above.
My lungs are not working properly. It hurts to breathe. I sould probably go see a doctor...
I hope it snows.
A lot.
Like -woah-.
Which is the way I love Brett.
Like -woah-.
But to such an extreme -woah- that it would burn your eyes for me to type it out any other way.
Brett: "We'd make such a cute couple...it'd make people physically ill..."
Thea: "Heh! It really would..."
Perri: "Hell, I know I'd hurl..."
So. I never went into detail on my weekend. And I think I shall leave it that way.
Just suffice it to say that besides the lack of normal breathing due to my excess phlegm, it was absolutely marvelous.
Mu.
! \/\/4|\|7 |\/|3|-| 8R377.
I miss your lips. And quite frankly the rest of you as well. I'm not one to be biased on the subject. ^-^