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And they just keep running away, twitching their little paws, and covering themselves in green paint (hmm... maybe that last shot was a bit too much...). I'm trying to gather the pieces of myself that were scattered by the wind...
.... you ask Santa Claus to send you two LSD tablets as a gift because orange birds flew in from the blue, snowy south, and it's become very wet on the dance floor again. But 2 LSD tablets will save the world! How can I explain this to Santa?...
I'm studying HTML tags %)...
Tomorrow holds no promises Except the ones we've made
...sitting under his desk, surrounded by a web of cables leading to the monitor, speakers, mouse, and other peripherals... the power supply fan blows dust pleasantly into his face.
He wrote some nonsense, and now he's wondering what it is...
P.S. This is all about HTML.
Tomorrow holds no promises Except the ones we've made
And she keeps running around, twitching her little paws, and turning red (No... You've been talking to Arandor too much after all :) (Arandor, no offense)). I figured out how to put myself back together and now I'm finishing off another gnome...
...However, in a hurry, an improperly assembled and thrice-knotted intestine significantly hinders digestion.
I'm going to throw out the trash...
O God of Earth and Altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die, The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, Take away our pride.