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The sensation of chilly toes in warm socks trickles over the ether.
You know, you've been far too quiet.
You know, you've been far too quiet.
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1st April 2011
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The sensation of chilly toes in warm socks trickles over the ether.
You know, you've been far too quiet. 28th May 2009
: Angels & Demons
... I have found a key. An excitable beat. I wonder where it goes. 11th May 2008
: Angels & Demons
Happy Birthday, you silly old man. A bit of mischief. There's still a ghost in my kitchen. 5th May 2008
: Angels & Demons
Toe tapping. Impatience. Someone who has most definitely had their fill. I have a ghost. I don't know when. I don't know how. However the last couple of weeks have been awful. Perhaps I brought him home from England. I can't have things floating about and turning off and on even if the darling does turn off the lights for me. They're quite useful at times but honestly. He's scaring the cat and the wailing at night has begun to grow tiresome. How will I ever have company over or even a date? If I wanted. This melancholy sobbing is putting a damper on my mood. I believe I have rings under my eyes now! 31st March 2008
: Angels & Demons
A thoughtful presence undeniably female emerges onto the ether contemplating over her words carefully. It's a peculiar sensation that had been lacking until recently many would recognize the sensation she emits with ease. Stronger now and nearly solid accompanied with a faint scent of tea leaves and clove, a tingle of cinnamon on the lips. There's been something peculiar in the air. 2nd February 2008
: Angels & Demons.
There's something over the ether, a hazy fuzz of thought. Contemplation. There's a sniff, perhaps the onslaught of a cold. That would explain the static, it's not as clear as it normally is. Another sniff. Congestion, when the thoughts actually form words they are thick, a bit slow. Sick. I still need to pack. 12th January 2008
: Privated to John Constantine.
You can hear pen tapping, like someone who is deep in thought and the motion of their hand is the only thing that can express it since their face is the picture of stoicism. I'm mad because you weren't honest. I could careless you're going off to be shagged. |
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