Message 201 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "bogsedge" Date: Mon Aug 12, 2002 4:17 pm Subject: Distant Early Meaning bogsedge Offline Send Email >And another voice feathers across you all, and this is what it felt like: Stuttergasps of meaning, beginning then fading into another, lingering or just suddenly stopping from world to word: The realization that peace isn't free, always coming at a cost. When continents rub up against each other the pressure sometimes is too much, and when you have to stand up for yourself, the anxiety, the anxiety... The feeling of cinnamon rubbing between your fingers. The signs in the sand still read the same. The waves have washed away their form, but their memory remains. And beneath the waves, the shards of blue glass still sit. A stage emits a screaming and perhaps, a rosacean oratario. Afraid of unification, a psuedominbari smiles a smile, and lies. Words are fossil poems. No inherent meaning. Hear the sounds. "Viralfuck" clan, infected, infecting all they touch with their uncleanliness. The young vampire looks up at the heavens, still busy building the rocketship to take him back home to the real world. The search for the last few components continues... A bevy of fat dead girls float through broken islands of stone. A young woman walks through a forest, somewhere. Colours that court her, that revolve about her, wishing for her blessings, for the blessings of the founding Mother, the one who's dream they inhabit. The notion that this takes work. That creativity takes work. Notions to break and to heal. A barking german shepherd. A computer program hiding within a car wreck. Hiding from hunger. Or perhaps, bait at stimulus, at the power words that engaged. Remembering: when it was human, when the computer was a small part, then, over time, it took over, bit by bit by bit... Oily holes in the empty city streets. "It is not about crop circles." No one is an island. Is that an answer? The bloody footsteps of angels. A crow's feather. Coming back from the dead. The thumping of a heart in your hands. The Tarot. Each cards means whatever you can make up. The taste of names at the back of your throat. She riding the coach inlaid with many jewels, disembarking upon the city of Emeralds. It is sunny and humid and she is whisked away to be tourguided to. In the night, she will put on her mask and be an endless creature of the night and drink some sugar. The two young lovers in the cemetary at sunrise. Two young. Two. Sitting on the wall. In the misting rain. Watching the city wake up. Seeing the heat begin on the glistening streets. Feeling the water soak into their clothes, the stone, the ivy. "Don't block being the totality and whole of the law. Other than that, feel free." The sign always reads and the song always continues. And words with snails before them clamp down on creativity and become inflated. Bloated. Angry. The truck careens from side to side as you race up to the Cafe Inferno, cutting your way through the night, running from the howls behind. And you. Wake up. To the notebook, with your distantly fading scribblings...< Message 202 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: teredd@... Date: Wed Aug 14, 2002 9:35 am Subject: Re: Distant Early Meaning ItIsNowMyDut... Offline Send Email >>And you. Wake up.<< *cough.. >>To the notebook, with your distantly fading scribblings...<< *where'd marcellus go? you think to yourself as you look at the candles accross the table.. *he was keeping them up for the family.. the lost souls.. *the reverend busts in the door.. the reverend speaks, "It killed him. I got some of these assimites though." *from nowhere in particular.. a deep and distorted voice, "It killed him?" the reverend, "yeah, i was in the car with iris and elsha. elsha said she wanted to help marcellus, that we should get out and go help him, but i made her stay in the car with us. my bond is strong over her, course it doesn't hurt to use my commands on her either once in a while. a couple of weak assimites jumped in and we drove off, leaving marcellus defenseless. oh, he would have come in to help had it been any one of us taken by that thing, but we drove off and left him, like we leave everyone, like we would leave you." *cough.. *the red glow of the light saber goes out.. a younge woman responds, "they won't be leaving their family, their blood, much longer.." *a large, bloody axe falls to the floor.. [ooc: 9910120-US2002022326] [ooc: appollogies if neccissary as thiss is a rreply to both listts from the mmnsub..] Message 203 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Naphthalim Samsara" Date: Wed Aug 14, 2002 8:23 pm Subject: Deathpost for the Squid Naphthalim@... Send Email Your throat fills to the brim with the taste of pure contempt. Red, bloody meat mixes in as you hear a voice almost a growl blare "You think I'm weak!" and then claws rend into your gut . . . but before anything else happens, the world falls away . . . into how things should have happened: You are watching the ending of scarface from the safety of your couch, till suddenly, you are in the movie. You realize you have taken Al Pacino's place and you smile. You know what's coming, and it doesn't matter . . . no . . . as long as it happens on your terms. "Say hello to my little friend!" you declare, enemies dying all around you in a bloody hail of bullets. There are too many for you to take down, and there is a chance to run. Your identical twin steps out from your body, car keys in hand saying ,"Let's get out of here! We have time, we can send a ghoul, possess him and live to see another day." You ignore him, imagining all your enemies carry his face, fighting with more vigor. Bullets fly all around you, slowly ripping your body down to shreds with the leaders of the opposition finally coming in to take care of everything yourself. Wounded, you fall to the Earth, knowing you are going to die. You check your hand cannon of a pistol and realize you are down to one bullet. Next to you, Sam stands whining and crying as the last of your enemies, walks slowly, wounded away from you. Smiling, you look at the man leaving (darkness breaks in shattering the scene "These are not the actions of a strong man!" your voice breaks in, cursing your enemies, even as you stand at deaths door), he looks back, knowing you have one shot left. There's a shot . . . then silence. Sam lies dead next to you. "Finally it's silent. Finally he's dead." You fall back bleeding to death laughing in a home filled with dead enemies, and the body of dead brother laying on you. The laughter continues, as your view of the scene rises into the sky, revealing the scene to be a tarot card that says: "The Emperer". It burns away leaving nothing but ash. (from the flickering mind of The Squid) -------------------------------------------------------- Esteban Colon P.O.E. US2002034138 "just when I stop expecting him to die every game . . . " -------------------------------------------------------- Message 204 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Sat Aug 17, 2002 5:40 pm Subject: Chesch is back malkcheschire@... Send Email The Cheschire cat strolls casualy across a field of cobwebs. he sits and grins. "it has been some time my friends. how have you all been? I have been quite busy, now that House Bandersnatch has been established though, I am free once more. If any are interested in standing against the Jabberwock by joining House Bandersnatch, contact me. if you have any other need of me, I will be here." with that he turns and fades into a grin which floats off of it's own accord. Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' :Lewis Carol essage 205 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "damsonplum" Date: Thu Aug 22, 2002 5:45 pm Subject: falling off the page damsonplum Offline Send Email In a room..in a large house..in the basement.... She takes the earring off of her ear and looks at it, reading the piece of paper from its box, telling all about it....... It's a hound all curlicued and twisted upon itself..the tail framing it....in gold... She reads from the paper... "The animal depicted herein was said to have kept the words from falling off the page...." She looks at the pastel illustration in the Book..St Matthew...a nice gospel, and not as fraught with self-indulgent self-righteousness as John the (ahem) Beloved's.... Not an animal...a hound a wolf..hound Blood hound. She casts the earring on the floor, waiting.... The ornament expands, melting, twisting, the creature writhing upon and around itself. The hound grows, gaining flesh and blood of a sort, bold colours, rather brassy, with black accents....only hinting at the usual pastels.. "I wonder if it will care...", she thinks. An eye opens and looks at her...a voice coughs.. "Well, what do you want?" She looks back at it.. The voice growls, "Look, chickie, I haven't got all the time in the world, you know...I gotta be runnin around and checkin on things....." She smiles. "Here's something to check on.." She waves the empty sugar bowl under his nose....."Get a whiff of that" The animal scowls, his nose wrinkling up.."That's....you want me to go after THAT!?" "Please" "BUt it's....WHAT the fuck is it?" She hands him two pieces of paper, one which has "sugar" written on it...the other "len" "Here, eat these" He eats the paper... and gags, coughing and choking... "Christ on a crutch, Lady, you trying to POISON me!?" "Oh, he isn't that bad...I'd go if I could...but I can't..." He looks at her balefully, eyes watering, nose wrinkled up in disgust..saliva dripping...."Just..lemme get the taste out of my mouth....." She protests,"But if you do that, you'll forget what you're looking for." The creature scowls back at her. "No." "I won't." "EVER." She blushes and hands him a bowl of water, sees his expression and gives him mead. He drinks. "Look at this" She shows him a drawing of the man in question. The hound starts in again, coughing , choking, then howling with laughter... "You want me to go after a goddammned poofta!?" "Oh, come on..it's ..it's a beautiful shade of...blue...suit.. And he keeps it immaculately..." The creature rolls on the floor, laughing, gold and black, red, green and blue all flashing as he rolls and rolls..."You'll kill me, lady, with that trick!!" It howls. Doris gazes at the creature, watching it....who...notices...and.....stops. "Sorry, Miss" "Really...you're very rude..." The creature licks her hand..."I said I was sorry" She pets the creature's head, scritching it behind the ears..."Will you find him?" The hound smiles, teeth showing, tongue lolling, "By faith and by God, I will." He tears away, baying, running across the dream. ++ Doris Pandemonium ++ Megaera Jarvis 2002-02-2291 us Message 206 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Sat Aug 24, 2002 3:42 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] falling off the page malkcheschire@... Send Email the Cheschire Cat lounges lazily atop the mantle, watching, grinning. when the hound leaves he pads softly to the end of it and sits. "You seek someone Doris. Can I be of assistance?" his grin widens as he awaits her reply. Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' :Lewis Carol Message 207 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Doris Pandemonium" Date: Sat Aug 24, 2002 5:00 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] falling off the page dorispandemonium@... Send Email >From: "Marcus Kraten" >..."You seek someone Doris. Can I be of assistance?" >his grin widens as he awaits her reply. Doris offers the Cat a dish of tea....with milk, only. "It is our cousin, Len Sugar. He went away and hasn't come back. Oh, I know where his body is supposed to be, but I never heard back from our other cousin who says she has it. But he's not in there." She sets a plate of peekfreans cookies on the mantle piece. "The hound came back last night, exhausted. He said he can't find him and he nearly lost himself..." She sighs, bites into a cooky and makes a face. "He did say he could feel him, though." "I'm thinking that if he isn't HERE..he must be THERE." She points to the land of wonder on the other side of the mirror. "The moon is still full...." Doris throws the cookies into the wastebasket. "These cookies are bitter." ++ DP Megaera Jarvis Message 208 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Barbara Mertz Date: Tue Aug 27, 2002 3:06 am Subject: noise noise noise barbaraHS Offline Send Email ::A flurry of activity, of worries and victories and smiles and frustrations and busyness and boredom and sobriety and intoxication. Like a toy sailboat being buffeted in the wind, this way and that, hoping by some strange way it won't get tipped over, as it's seen so many others in its little pool flotilla getting tipped over. If only it could find an anchor, or a star to steer by. Instead, when it tries not to be a little toy plastic boat, it is only a headache.:: -- Barbara Mertz US2002021791 (was 2000-01-106) ----------------and Harley Quinn to Anthony's Joker IC: Cheri Eva Quinn-Maroon, Malkavian *Acknowledged**Feared**Well-Connected**Revered* ---Unwise--- Dancing Mary, Brujah *Acknowledged**Beloved* Message 209 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "damsonplum" Date: Tue Aug 27, 2002 3:19 am Subject: moonbeams damsonplum Offline Send Email Follow a moonbeam... In the light, someone sleeps the sleep of a child... "You don't belong here" The snake with the Eye points at her accusingly. "Get out" She makes the sign of Anubis... The moon smiles as it is consumed by night The woods are dark, a little light showing through the trees, highlighting the creek below...in patches..."what colour is that?" "It's not white..it only looks that way" Take the sky train, following the moon path to the island of_________, He gets sick with the motion of the boat, leaning over the side..'I thought you knew how to drive one of these things.." "It's a rowboat", she replies, rowing harder, which rocks the boat again as he dry-heaves over the side... "I thought you didn't do things like that" "It's the water" She looks back, over her left shoulder at the moon, still in its path...."I thought the sky train would be faster....." (Clear all switches.) "Here...hide this" He thrusts three statuettes into her hands....and the stairs are above her, full of people, the counters full of bric-a-brac. There is no room and no privacy. (purloined letter) The snake with the Eye points at her accusingly. "You don't belong here" She makes the Sign of Anubis and he throws a knife at her. "But you're dead"....he fades out and the room becomes a tea room (Oh, lord...another one) "MUST we have tea?", The voice whines at her. She hands him a bottle of Drambuie..."Feel better, now?" (Where is that man?) A Hound runs up and licks her hand, she pets it and walks into the din... Mad One is cramming the dormouse into the pot on the stove "Can you grok this?" In fullness.... She picks up a sugar bowl "Ooooo...LUMPS!!" She dumps the sugar on the table and builds a structure.... "Um....lady....where do you want this?" (The Taj Mahal) He built it for his dead wife The woods are close, and the mosquitos absent.....Nice for a change "Look at the sky and tell me what you see." "No...you tell me...eh?" A candle....burning, glowing through the elephants... Pour off the wax and see.....the elephant walk Pthe little boy cries as Dumbo covers himself with his ears in the rain Much darkness, the moonlight filtering through one spot in the trees to dapple on the ground and the stream...none of it black, but full of shadows and beauty... of a muchness. ___ MJarvis 2002-02-2291 us Message 210 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: teredd@... Date: Tue Aug 27, 2002 8:46 pm Subject: a light.. ItIsNowMyDut... Offline Send Email *you hear the sound of a piano key being pressed down, the E-flat key. it is pressed again and held, holding the tone for a short moment until the sound fades.. *you hear the sounds of hands, claws scraping something.. a swinging sound, like an object through the air, back and forth.. *you feel as the object strikes the keyboard on the piano, an object of fury, an object of misery / love / destruction / creation / rebirth / division. *you listen as the strings break apart under the sudden onslaught.. *cough.. *from behind the nowhere in particular.. a quiet, Italian-accented voice whispers, "why did he love them so?" Dayetha replies, "perhaps i'll ask him soon." *you feel the bat as it drops, from the Italian boy's hands to the ground.. ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] [* "You got your big cheese, i got my hash pipe." - Weezer *] ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 211 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: teredd@... Date: Wed Aug 28, 2002 7:14 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] moonbeams ItIsNowMyDut... Offline Send Email >>Much darkness, the moonlight filtering through one spot in the trees to dapple on the ground and the stream...none of it black, but full of shadows and beauty...<< *you hear the sound of a piano key being pressed down, the E-flat key. it is pressed again and held, holding the tone for a short moment until the sound fades.. *you look through the static darkness, hear the stifling a quiet sob.. Dayetha, "You know when you are coming back to us?" *from behind the nowhere in particular.. a quiet, Italian-accented voice whispers, "I do not know. perhaps the strength i've gained will allow me to move on. i see why you chose the path you took, even believe i even understand it. but i still do not know.." *the shadows move along the static voices filtered in/out with fluid motion.. >>of a muchness.<< ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] ------------------------------------------------------------- "I seem to keep getting a weird error whenever I attempt to reformat my mind..." - Glas "i keep getting: "ERROR[10FX457M]: Boot record not found. Please remove disk and press any key to reboot." - Myself "I keep getting a hard drive failure, you know the type of failure when ya crash and burn... LOL" - Rebeka K. ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 212 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Barbara Mertz Date: Thu Aug 29, 2002 4:30 am Subject: noise noise music barbaraHS Offline Send Email OOC WARNING: adult content. And I don't mean death and violence. ::You look briefly in a mirror in a dimly lit room and see the beatnik, naked except for a black knit hat... You swoon to music for the mind, sitars and synthesizers and samples. You couldn't sing along to this even if you could because it's just too exotic. For a moment you are overwhelmed by your own silence, frustrated that you cannot moan or keen or sing along. Not that you were ever much of a singer. You regret flaking off on your violin lessons. So you dive into the Experience*. Hendrix, Doors, Floyd, Afro-Celt, bands nobody's ever heard of. The air is filled with smoke that you strain to smell, heavy with the sweet thick scent of nag champa, marijuana and heroin. You stare lustily at the writhing bodies of the women around you and bury yourself in their flesh, nipping at skin enough to draw just a little blood from each. Each woman's blood sings a different psychotropic. You crawl over the the huka pipe and take a drag, as much as you can, and imagine it's having more effect than just the taste. You hear Pink Floyd, and it makes a little too much sense. "Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way...." You should be revelling in it all, but it's more Monday-morning-minty-toothpaste-old-familiar-spouse than the fleshy-sensuous-transcendant-musky-kinky-mindblowing-midnight-orgy that it should be. Not bad per se, but angsty in what it is should be. You look up at the ceiling, and imagine staircase shapes in its stucco. Shifty, they go everywhere and get you nowhere.:: *hopefully the link will work. My psychadelic indulgence that helped inspire this tonight: http://www.955klos.com/viewentry.asp?ID=41058&PT=specialprograms&FN=Special%20Pr\ ograms (Jim Ladd's "Headsets" program on KLOS radio) -- Barbara Mertz US2002021791 (was 2000-01-106) ----------------and Harley Quinn to Anthony's Joker IC: Cheri Eva Quinn-Maroon, Malkavian *Acknowledged**Feared**Well-Connected**Revered* ---Unwise--- Dancing Mary, Brujah *Acknowledged**Beloved* Message 213 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Fri Aug 30, 2002 1:58 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] falling off the page malkcheschire@... Send Email Cheschire laps up some tea and then rocks back on his haunches, thoughtfully licking his paw. he turns to Doris. then to the mirror, and bonks his head on it as if trying to push through. he sighs and looks back to Doris. "I can't find the entrance anymore. I've tried every mirror I can find, but I can't find it. Looking Glass World is lost. or, I am lost. I'm not sure which." He hangs his head, defeated, and lies down. "maybe you can find the door." Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' :Lewis Carol Message 214 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Fri Aug 30, 2002 2:12 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] moonbeams malkcheschire@... Send Email >"But you're dead"....he fades out and the room becomes a tea room > >(Oh, lord...another one) > >"MUST we have tea?", The voice whines at her. > >She hands him a bottle of Drambuie..."Feel better, now?" > >(Where is that man?) > >A Hound runs up and licks her hand, she pets it and walks into the >din... > >Mad One is cramming the dormouse into the pot on the stove > >"Can you grok this?" > >In fullness.... > >She picks up a sugar bowl > >"Ooooo...LUMPS!!" > >She dumps the sugar on the table and builds a structure.... > > >"Um....lady....where do you want this?" A grin fades in a bough above the Tea room. then a tail. then, slowly the rest of Cheschire and finaly his head appears to fill the space around the grin. he stares down at the tea party. "oh, how I do enjoy a good tea party!" he rolls onto his back. grining down on the congregation below. "I mustn't disturb them." with that, he drops onto the table directly in front of the Dormouse. Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' :Lewis Carol Message 215 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Keeley Date: Fri Aug 30, 2002 6:38 pm Subject: Stars and Mirrors dubhradh Offline Send Email A ten year old girl in an oversized widow's dress and rainbow barrettes lays on a steamer trunk. On the side of the trunk, a Star of David is painted in a childish hand. The girl strokes the trunk lovingly and whispers soft words of encouragement to the box. "When one of the family walks furthur down the path of enlightenment, sometimes they need guidance to make sure they don't fall off... but I can't help anymore, he's gone beyond me... someone else needs to teach him now." She looks to the darkness for help, waiting... (anyone who's met Lillith Rath, recognizes her mind and the barrettes:) -- "Sex isn't like candy, you don't hand it out to whiney little boys who won't shut the hell up.- Rachael Acks" Keeley CC and ACST Theatre Magique CO013 was 2001-05213 is US2002022368 Myu and Seimei's poor typist Keeper of Katsu no Miko's Wufei MnM (Mikagami no Miko) ICQ# 64509645 (feel free to contact me) Message 216 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Josh Humble" Date: Fri Aug 30, 2002 7:16 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Stars and Mirrors marco_1000@... Send Email Who? LS OOC: Josh Humble US2002023853 Whispering Shadows Message 217 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Keeley Date: Fri Aug 30, 2002 7:49 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Stars and Mirrors dubhradh Offline Send Email *soft giggle* "Michael. My big brother." Lillith > Who? > > > > > LS > -- "Sex isn't like candy, you don't hand it out to whiney little boys who won't shut the hell up.- Rachael Acks" Keeley CC and ACST Theatre Magique CO013 was 2001-05213 is US2002022368 Myu and Seimei's poor typist Keeper of Katsu no Miko's Wufei MnM (Mikagami no Miko) ICQ# 64509645 (feel free to contact me) Message 218 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Barbara Mertz Date: Fri Aug 30, 2002 9:34 pm Subject: stars and mirrors and noise... barbaraHS Offline Send Email ::Thud. thud. thud. Ashtrays filled with various spent paraphernalia screaming of a Morning After. Thud. thud. thud. thud. A little girl's voice echoes, repeating over and over again like the line of a song stuck in your head because you can't focus on anything else right now. "When one of the family walks further down the path of enlightenment, sometimes they need guidance to make sure they don't fall off." Thud. "When one of the family walks further..." Thud. thud. You beat your head against the pillow, too depressed to get up and use the wall, strangely nostalgic for the hangover you should have had.:: -- Barbara Mertz US2002021791 (was 2000-01-106) ----------------and Harley Quinn to Anthony's Joker IC: Cheri Eva Quinn-Maroon, Malkavian *Acknowledged**Feared**Well-Connected**Revered* ---Unwise--- Dancing Mary, Brujah *Acknowledged**Beloved* Message 219 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Ambium@... Date: Fri Aug 30, 2002 11:06 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] moonbeams quidbert Offline Send Email A sickly white rabbit enters the room. He coughs as he looks at his watch. Oh dear......... these tea cups have too many germs. I shall catch a cold for sure, and anyways it would appear I am late. The rabbitt disappears as quickly as he came coughing along the way. sigs- -the resourceful Quid *ack* *resourceful* *revered* *tested* *admired* White rabbitt of House Bandersnatch you and me.... are the desise... and the germs are spreading OOC: tony us2002034054 *helmuut* Message 220 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Josh Humble" Date: Sat Aug 31, 2002 3:11 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Stars and Mirrors marco_1000@... Send Email What would Michael like? LS OOC: Josh Humble US2002023853 Whispering Shadows Message 221 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Keeley Date: Sat Aug 31, 2002 6:27 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] Stars and Mirrors dubhradh Offline Send Email She frowns a little. "I'm not sure, he's sleeping right now, so I can't ask him... Learning's important to him.... I think that's why he's gone so far down the spiral so quickly..." Josh Humble wrote: > What would Michael like? > > > > > LS > > OOC: > Josh Humble > US2002023853 > Whispering Shadows -- "Sex isn't like candy, you don't hand it out to whiney little boys who won't shut the hell up.- Rachael Acks" Keeley CC and ACST Theatre Magique CO013 was 2001-05213 is US2002022368 Myu and Seimei's poor typist Keeper of Katsu no Miko's Wufei MnM (Mikagami no Miko) ICQ# 64509645 (feel free to contact me)