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Wednesday, January 16th, 2002
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words for the day are: crepuscular, lambent and glabrous and crepitation. As in "his hands crept lambent along her glabrous skin, dimly shadowed in the crepuscular light: soft crepitations could be heard from the ornamental waterfall in the sussuratious garden."
let the fangirls never hear of them.
twilit, licking (like /flames/ lick, dammit), preternaturally smooth and the sound a brook makes running over rocks, don'tchaknow.
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*SNERK*.
Moo, 3y3 [5|=|0|_|j0|=|34r+z] j00.
Do not follow that link if you are pure of heart and mind, or take FFVIII /very/ seriously.
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Hilde, darling, i gave you /extra time/ in which to work out a soundtrack so i could burn it for Larathia. Now the ability to make cds, and to make them /scan/ has returned to me, why are you being so goddamn uninterested in music?
...don't make me make it up, sweetie, don't.
You don't know the havoc I can wreak with audiogalaxy and a blank cd-r.
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