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This property was reserved by Andreas Deleon I'm 39 years old, from Texas, USA. GLASSHOUSES Open the window and let the sun in as the canaries sing a song of utopia. The kiss of the sword encompasses many as pathos continues to rule the hand. When the rivers of the sky drie up, the masses will cry for redemption, but remain truculent. Open the door and breath the new air. The servitudes of yesterday are just a distant memory. The heart is as cold as ice and the mind like a steel trap. The hunter can become the hunted and the meek can become the strong. Open the gates of wisdom for the edification of all is there for the asking. The candles are always burning as the eyes of the world are all seeing. For what lives today is sown and comes to roost another day. Open the heavens and untie the ribbion, for the hellion's of old shall learn reciprosity. The seeds of a caveat were planted generations ago and now bear fruit. All naysayers have been silenced and prudence is flowing like a waterfall. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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href="http://www.fortunecity.com">www.fortunecity.com HARDCORE JOLLIES With prying eyes this began to implore-clashing the horns of a charging bull and jousting as the loins' roar. Raining in with purple skies, jumping the gambit as the raven flies. Galloping briskly as the sun shines, filled with felicity as the ax grinds. For this is the joy of a spry jester-always permeating the air with folly and forever a heckler. Through the laughter and the cheers, the brunt of sarcasm and melancoly have aged the years. Sailing along into the deep divine, frolicing through the maze without a clue. As the door opened, the air was filled with vice and the pantheon's were filled with spite. As the bars began to meld, locasts swarmed and the Kings ransom was unshelved. Joy and vanity had eclisped reisque, debauchery nad decadence ruled for an hour and a day. And so-midnight left the clock, tripping the latch and opening pandora's box. As tryanny begin to reign, all vigilance and merriment had been in vain. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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> THE ABYSS | It lurks above the stars canvasing the heavens. It is vast and amorphosous and shrouded in mystery. This is the substance of taboo and secrecy. Come-bare your soul. Stare into this enigma and shed your skin. As the sun rises and sets, another day unfolds. The birth of a zenieth is megar compared to the depth of-THE ABYSS. Let your imagination run wild. Behold-this is a marvelous thing! As the planets revolve in their peptual loops, the stratospheres are charged with electricity. Although pirates have looted the coffers, the dream merchants are still devoid of emptyness. Blast off into infinity and spin the gambit. The stars are still in reach. Open the door. The future becons. Untangle your mind. This is-THE ABYSS. The spirits of men are filled with plauges. each minute is a grain od sand and a day is worth a kings ransom. Cast aside those jewels that are so adored and revered. It is your heart that betrays you! Take the plunge. Each step is jagged and precarious. The robes of a sage are manifold and cherished. This is the day of roaming eyes and prognostication. Banish your fears and break your swords. This is- THE ABYSS
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