^ Was in my storybook ages ago
< Should leave for drama after this (and stop look at others procrastinate )
v Will know too much *silences*
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
^ has a very cool avatar
< is slightly worried she might be attacked my the skandinavian mafia for knowing too much
v is probably better at spelling 'skandinvaian' than me
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
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