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Song For Luna CPassion to please kill me you tease you’re just what I need breathtaking and bold a sight to behold under decree of my Luna C. Come on down with the sweetest tune like a howl of my love when I sing to the moon, Trace your fingers across my hips before you consume me with more than just lips drastically affecting me this love that bleeds I’ll always need trust to see lonely me consumed by sweet Luna C An appetite with no compare I wonder if it’s only fair a Coyote like myself endorsed to be every single course. Mistress please inform me is the taste of my flesh all that you’ll need either way it may be I still love mySong For Luna C
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And who are you supposed to be???
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forget me
anyways I am
Elijah...or Silver...
in this real life....my alter ego and more honest self
is Roseaf...this little digital Coyote Avatar I've been building
it's all part of a larger project I'm looking at involving Comic Books and
Table Top Gaming Systems...akin to your normal dice rolling rule mongering fantasy
sci fi or whatever other Genere you decide to adop.....Astrology based...."StoryTellingSystem"
based on not what is "good" or "evil" no instead what's "Interesting" for the main characters
(ArchTypeReflections) that the players see themselves ass or "Roleplay As"...to Induce less fear of being
socially outcast for being...you know Creative and having a vivid Imagination and putting it into situations that as much relate to life as this so called Fantasy.....intense stuff
anyways
that's just what I've thought about/heard about from up that grapevine thing
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*Shifty eyes then loves on*
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The purple monkey says you stole my sock well... did ya hunh hunh?!
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The purple monkey says you stole my sock well... did ya hunh hunh?!
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The grave's the market-place where all men meet,
Both rich and poor, as well as small and great.
If life were merchandise that gold could buy,
The rich would live, the poor alone would die.
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I have to contemplate the atrocities of my fellow man more than once. Will there finally be a reason given that will allow me to break off from this insubstantial servitude?
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