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untitled
Contributed by
Reptilacis
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Saturday, 4th December 2004 @ 08:16:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Until now I never knew why God or Hironobu Sakaguchi put me here but now I know.
It was to serve you. To honor you and love you and cherish you.
My purpose in life is only to ensure the fulfillment of you happiness, the security of your heart, and the sanctity of your soul.
For you I'd toss aside my hat and reveal my face to the world, unafraid.
For you I would venture unarmed with low heath into a cave full of one-thousand murderers, if only for the slightest chance that I might hear the faintest wisp of breath escaping your sweet lips, For you I would renounce my sanity and existence altogether, forgoing every and all supernatural power I hold within my possession and would rid myself of everything I hold dear to me without question or hesitation, so that I might savor the glow of your presence and serene purity of your spirit but for only a few precious heartbeats.
They call me Tony and I am yours dear woman.
Please, bless me with a name that I might call this heavenly body before me.
What do they call you, my sweet?"
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Re: untitled
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by in2thetwilightzone2 on
Sunday, 5th December 2004 @ 03:29:47 AM AEST
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by Stoney1 on
Sunday, 5th December 2004 @ 10:32:56 AM AEST
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Heh,heh...this reminds me of the story of the guy going
into the woods with a blanket, and holding hands with his
sweetheart. She trips over a fallen branch and he catches
her and steadys her on her feet, saying, "Oh, did you hurt
your little foot, my precious?
On the way back out of the woods, he's striding about
ten feet in front of her and he hears her stumble again
and turns to see her fall flat on her face. Impatiently, he
yells back, "Pick up your clumsy feet ya stupid *****!"
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