

DiceDice. Throw them thrice. Curse the ruddy price! Rhyme. That’s got to be the alcohol talking. Ah. So this is why gambling doesn’t pay. Not alcohol neither. See how they flock to this cesspool of sin and vice, milling about ‘til they see a machine they think will make them lucky. See how I followed the flock to this cesspool of sin and vice, see how I mill now, looking for a machine that hasn’t already picked me clean. I can’t find one… wait, there! Yes! A machine with a jackpot of thousands! I searched my pockets for that elusive fortuned piece of small change. It isn’t there. Maybe I missed one, just one. Panic. Frantically my hands roam throDice


Darkness, AriseDarkness, Arise! Fear no the men and their plenteous joys, Their dangerous weapons, those megaton toys. Fear not the light nor it’s glorious touch, Smother it, smother it, in your vicious clutch!Darkness, Arise
Darkness, Arise! Choke the world and its endless goodness Lay waste the happiness, hope, love and joy. He has given this foresight to me Now I can see! Now I can see!
Darkness, Arise! My cell like a caged lion I pace The blood of the pious stains my hands and face Hurricane spout and great winds blow Oh mad I’ll go! Oh mad I’ll go!


Down to the CoreDown to the CoreDown to the Core
“Tell us a story, Daddy! Tell us a story!” I had only just opened the door, home from work, and I was already besieged on all sides by my three children. Gallantly, I fought back the rushing tide and listened to the demands of my captors, now pinning me to the wall beside our large, oak front door. “Can you please tell us a stor-wey, Daddy?” My youngest, Jonathan, only two years of age, was fiercely hugging my leg and looking up at me hopefully. “We wants a robot story!” Cassi
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i do likes your storrrrry!
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"Feelings have a way of doing to you what they want to do, and love has a way of surprising you. You can't control everything."
VM
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cool stuff
Unfortunately I'm at a loss to remembering anything at the moment, please leave a Post It note and I'll try to remember not to eat it later.
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I killed the phone.
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