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	Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam, cause sunbeams are not made like me. Much of madness, more of sin, and horror the soul of the plot

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Having a craptastic day and haven't even had a second cuppa coffee yet. I wonder what lurking horrors await me today. babyflesh · Fri Sep 28, 2007 @ 01:40pm · 1 Comments


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She tackles everyday life with a perverted innocence that makes you want to give her a big hug - then stand back to make sure that you still have everything attached.
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Fri Sep 28, 2007 @ 11:42pm

At least they're lurking; I hate it when horrors make such a godlessness awful racket that I can't even think. Silence is golden, you know.

For ******** sake, where did all these damn fruit flies come from?! Argh!!!

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