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If you were an animal, what animal would you be? |
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Reptile |
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 2:56 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 2:57 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 3:00 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 3:20 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 3:26 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 3:27 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 3:29 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 3:41 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 4:24 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 4:54 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 6:42 pm
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Rather than love, than money, than fame,
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David looked out the glass side of the elevator as the finale of lasers and fireworks shot off and he could not help but wonder, if it was worth staying in this place for the rest of his life. Things such a fireworks, movies, and towels that are sculpted to look like small animals never really seemed to capture his fascination. Where was the substance? Where was the deepness? The bell that alerted him that he had reached his floor awoke him from his trance-like state of thought and he exited. He skimmed through the hallways until he found his room, elegantly marked in gold lettering. He pulled the key and paper from his jacket pocket once more and entered the room. Beyond the doors threshold sprawled out a palace of beautiful things. David took no notice however. He knew what he would find. Melancholy, he tossed his keys upon a cherry stained inn table along with the paper which laid face up for the entire world to see its writing:
"It's inside the desk, Mr. Haydet".
As he wondered around from room to room, he began to unbutton his jacket. Once it was finally undone, he tossed it on the back of his new black Italian couch and then proceeded to take off his undershirt and toss it on the floor. David continued pacing though the apartment like dwelling, passing the granite counter topped kitchen and plush master bedroom, until he found what it was he was searching for. There, in the walk in closet, sitting on a small table, was a black instrument case. With great joy, David opened it up and removed its contents. The instrument was a Besson Alto Saxophone and in a beautiful condition. David facetted a reed to the mouthpiece and began to play. The pitch was unbelievably high at first, on account of the new reed, but as he walked around the apartment, a more sultry sound began to pour out of his horn. The pitches became darker and rich as the note became lush and long. A slow blues tune began to form note by note.
give me truth.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 6:56 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 7:17 pm
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 7:35 pm
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