Gramiscus

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I am the Lord of the Dance. Behold my nimble legs. When I type it echoes in my house because my house is made of hollow rocks and stones and concrete walls. My metaphorical prison is the third rabbit that unbundles my laundry. With the third coming of the noon the flesh of fallen angels and then I said I wouldn't takeout but it's too high in calories.

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Dreadful Spat Club #6

by Gramiscus
11-22-02

This morning, downtown was relatively peaceful. Then he got loose.


	*skitter skitter skitter*

Of all of the imaginitave creatures that I have roaming around in my head, he had to be one of them.


	*skitter skitter.. skit*

My psychologist says that he isn't real, and that i'm just undergoing alot of stress in my life.

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