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Tue May 02, 2017 11:24 pm
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StupidSoup says...



Me
I have a license that lets me solve aids - A friend of mine


Here Comes the Birdyyyy ~Poopsie


You gotta have the confidence of a gazelle running through a herd of lions - TK Sharp


I was once Numbers

Now I am Soup
  





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Fri May 05, 2017 4:59 pm
Gravity says...



is it too late for me to join?
And the heart is hard to translate
It has a language of its own
It talks in tongues and quiet sighs,
And prayers and proclamations

-Florence + The Machine (All This and Heaven Too)
  





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Fri May 05, 2017 5:01 pm
KiraThePotatoChip says...



@Gravity Join right in, we're still pretty early into the story
Bisexual Disaster, Master Stroke of a human being, may or may not incite a revolution.
  





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Sat May 20, 2017 3:49 pm
Featherstone says...



Who wants to post next?
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


he/him/his
  





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Mon Jun 19, 2017 3:57 am
KiraThePotatoChip says...



Alright will anyone be willing to get a post done next? If not I could hammer one out next Monday, or maybe sometime this week, but I would prefer someone else do it as it would leave only one post in between my last one if I write it
Bisexual Disaster, Master Stroke of a human being, may or may not incite a revolution.
  








"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
— Terry Pratchett, Discworld: Equal Rites