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When the clouds of weary settle in...
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October 08, 2007, 10:29:am
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I've become so tired of playing this little game, where I make attempts at pretending that the things I write aren't what I think on a day to day basis. They are, my love of blood is not a phase, my love of pain will never pass, and I am not a bitch simply for sport. A little riddle for everyone... When is a croquet mallet like a billy club?
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