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[sid] => 99506
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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Womans Steel II
[time] => 2005-06-28 15:46:08
[hometext] => the second one was strangely mis-understood, prolly why its still on lol. this ones more longer and story-like, enjoy ppl, keep the comments coming
[bodytext] => ========= V-A-O-D ========== and with the action now sows her blank the door ajars still and takes it back she drops the steel it rolls along the pertruding fluid drains her eyes the treacles and the snu snu flock to her side the snu snu pick up her mothers steel and takes the left-over for herself the treacle, upon her age is greater casts her narrow small eyes upon the creators grim demise the creature motive hers being now lying on the floor fluid escaping due her to relaxing muscles which fills the room in her stench the creators morbid arm lurches in the vague direction of the snu snu to waver the steel from her the snu snu, crouched wearing on her birthday suite covered in her own filth this house of doom, it seems where nothing gets out alive theres no such thing as sin here the hendies come up the stairs their steps shreik/make/treacle do the treacle runs up to the hendies "do you want me today hendie? the creator is on the floor FEELING less of itself!" yes, why not, are you treacle age? yes THE HANDS REACH THE WALLS, GRABBING THE PAPERS THE CHAIRS THE FLOOR THE STAIRS THE CARPET, IT BURNS HER BODY the hendies goes the hendies he give the treacle the money with a sweaty smile thankyou kid and walks away TREACLE TREACLE TREACLE TREACLE TREACLE TREACLE TREACLE the harridanic creator yells at the top of its lungs the snu snu runs down the stairs shreiking aswell running into the lower room the snu snu see's her sister unconcious on the floor Bee aye bull ................................................. CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS i said it was different didnt i? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 66 [informant] => 01_zanzebar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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