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11-11-2003, 04:14 PM
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Illusionary
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Epics...a chunk at a time
one paragraph at a time....see what we can make.
The shadows behind the old rowan tree hid him for now, but for how long. Blain knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to use it, fear of the results sent his head spinning.
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11-11-2003, 05:16 PM
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Psycho
Location: the western part of new york
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The shadows behind the old rowan tree hid him for now, but for how long. Blain knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to use it, fear of the results sent his head spinning.
The blade glistened in the moonlight. "Where was this made?" Blain asked himself, "and why did Sensi entrust me with it." He cursed him under his breath as a mist started to settle upon field.
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11-12-2003, 07:56 PM
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Thats MR. Muffin Face now
Location: Everywhere work sends me
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The blade glistened in the moonlight. "Where was this made?" Blain asked himself, "and why did Sensi entrust me with it." He cursed him under his breath as a mist started to settle upon field.
The setting sun cast the entirety of Blain's vision in a deepening crimson, and the hundreds of campfires reminded him of stars on a bloodred night's sky. No music played, no revelers danced, it was not the time anymore. It was never time for joy anymore. Blain wrapped the blade in dark cloth and readied himself to move from his hiding, it was time.
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?" -- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death |
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11-18-2003, 03:56 PM
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Illusionary
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movement from the corner of his eye made a life saving hesitation, broad shouldered creatures wearing the torques of trellenon slipped into the clearing, headed towards a bored guard.
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha |
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