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Tristan John Miller
- Brooklyn, NY
- Last Record: 2012-07-15 00:12:29 +0200
- Joined: Oct 31, 2010
- http://charmedchancer....
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One day the sheets of a bed awoke to find that they were torn, tattered and worn, they sighed as the light from the window came in and wished for nothing more then someone to wrap themselves in them and sleep forever more. |
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When it came to the Coda he never asked for directions. |
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Chapter two: Hard day's night
It had been a long day for Professor Ludwig Van Glockinhousen, (This i... |
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Chapter one: In the middle of the room was a cardboard box. Daniel had no idea what the contents were, he wasn't even expecting a package from anyone, he thought maybe it ... |
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Here lies the tale of the tall tattered hat, worn by a yank in outback. It fell off his crown and on to the ground and that was the end of that. |
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Sadness seethes soulfully into my sick, somber, solem sentiments. Synapses certainly sort some sort of semblance of satisfaction when she soundlessly s... |
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