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Feb 02, 2008 13:02


[sounds of the ocean in the background....]
So long dat dis place been keepin' her.

She listened to it's watahs, it's winds, eart', an' grounds...

It en't a home.

De sands be too fine. Sprays too thick. Mm.

Lackin' sultry sounds...de moon push 'n pullin' de waves...even it's -cold- be too bittah.

It en't a home.

the goddess is entirely displeased, bitter tia, out and about, the sea

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kosherplz February 2 2008, 19:30:14 UTC
Feeling homesick?

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Voice Reply infidel_calypso February 2 2008, 19:33:00 UTC
Mn.

She tired o'dis place most days.

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kosherplz February 2 2008, 19:51:28 UTC
Been here a while, then? I've only been here about two weeks.

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Voice Reply infidel_calypso February 2 2008, 20:39:45 UTC
Shy a year, t'ree months o'so.

Don' know well. Ye will learn much.

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playstheblues February 2 2008, 20:49:51 UTC
Hi Tia.

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Voice Reply infidel_calypso February 2 2008, 20:55:35 UTC
'Lo, me little Blue.

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Voice Reply playstheblues February 2 2008, 20:56:38 UTC
Do you need someone to come and stay with you a little?

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Voice Reply infidel_calypso February 2 2008, 20:58:51 UTC
...mmmn. She woul' nae mind de company.

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lyra_of_dust February 2 2008, 23:00:36 UTC
No. It's more of a prison.

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Voice Reply infidel_calypso February 2 2008, 23:28:45 UTC
Dere be many kinds o'prisons, milove. Dis be a poor one...but prison it be.

Be ye still ailin', pet.

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moderate stop hogwash anonymous August 25 2008, 05:01:11 UTC
endemic inside bordering dream of

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demand always anonymous August 26 2008, 02:08:02 UTC
ball impost, meditate on.

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