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"I don't want prawns I just want to learn how to play guitar" - me having a weird day....
When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.
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"I don't want prawns I just want to learn how to play guitar" - me having a weird day....
Tk's new and improved "GrrArgg"...Crazy? Crazy?? I do not talk to myself...it's called thinking aloud...
When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.
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"One thing I don't understand," Willow went on, laying herself down on top of Tara's legs, with her head resting on her stomach, "is how you don't just lock yourself in your room and play with yourself all day."
Tara laughed, which caused her chest to shudder quite expressively, and Willow to, "Mmmm," again. "Hellebore," Chapter 20 by Chris Cook
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Remember not to abandon any living being!
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Lilac ~ Han ~
"the fatal flaw of 'Who's Gurkhan?' was that nobody cared who he was as long as Gabrielle kept dancing in that skimpy outfit..." ~ me on Xena season six ep 'Who's Gurkhan.'
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The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog...He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world...When all other friends desert, he remains. - George G. Vest
Tk's new and improved "GrrArgg"...Crazy? Crazy?? I do not talk to myself...it's called thinking aloud...
When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.
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||My Fan Fiction and More!|| ||My Yahoo Group|| ||September 11th 2001 - An on-line Memorial||
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"One thing I don't understand," Willow went on, laying herself down on top of Tara's legs, with her head resting on her stomach, "is how you don't just lock yourself in your room and play with yourself all day."
Tara laughed, which caused her chest to shudder quite expressively, and Willow to, "Mmmm," again. "Hellebore," Chapter 20 by Chris Cook
Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius. -- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
||My Fan Fiction and More!|| ||My Yahoo Group|| ||September 11th 2001 - An on-line Memorial||
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"One thing I don't understand," Willow went on, laying herself down on top of Tara's legs, with her head resting on her stomach, "is how you don't just lock yourself in your room and play with yourself all day."
Tara laughed, which caused her chest to shudder quite expressively, and Willow to, "Mmmm," again. "Hellebore," Chapter 20 by Chris Cook
~ Han ~
"the fatal flaw of 'Who's Gurkhan?' was that nobody cared who he was as long as Gabrielle kept dancing in that skimpy outfit..." ~ me on Xena season six ep 'Who's Gurkhan.'
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