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Supposition Now

by MacFrantic

Member since 2003 · Posted 14 May 2006 · 2 comments

I'll await the rate of invasion, To spray a magnet fantastic. Will, and in the event of illness, kill. Cope with me dear, I am changed in all manner. For sweet creation I collide. Apt, profound Jason in stars. Newborn savoir-faire trips politely. Uncanny Westerlies, and in each a trist. Play the bad man, sir, When disrespect unmakes you. Surely hereafter is appealing.

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[n/a] Niphredil 16-May-06/4:57 AM Reply
I don't get it. Written beautifully and all, but... what? Clarification would be welcome.
[1] Edna Sweetlove 16-May-06/12:37 PM Reply
Pretentious I feel. Tryst is mis-spelled too.