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So welcome to the holidays. I've been speeding forward at a gazillion miles per hour with the blur of Christmas being my only comforter. Sell sell sell.
Hot cocoa is quite refreshing on these bitter cold days.
BTW the Town House is DEAD.
Move forward in time.
I'm now living at the PLEASURE DOME.
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| Tie a ribbon roun the ol oak tree on cold days like today. Say the words I taught you honey. Good muse will travel quick.
Helter.
Ultra sweet scavenger hunt VOL. 3 is going down this Friday at the Sarah-Marvin-plex. Around 8ish.
Skelter.
The slutastic Haunted House is growing ever more dangerous. It shall be unveiled this Saturday around 8ish. A lil of the ghastly ghastly shall be viewable. With a possible fright or two.
Oh....one last caress.
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| Fish hook...I've been pulling eighties wrestling moves on myself. Yet again it'll end in pain. Zee eighties are dead.
Black out.
Wake up.
There's a coffin in my heart. Inside there rests a man who sported the coolest mullets, and worked at the sweetest roadhouse.
Black out.
Wake up.
The future is now. Accept the unacceptable norm. Bleed the lead from my bones so I can float along? Create an inescapable abyss?
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| Came back from a venture in the sun.
There are still unanswered questions.
I think I have a lechwe in my mind that keeps stealing my positivity. I will have to become a panther to defeat it, or meet a nice cougar with sturdy legs.
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| Repeated the past tonight.
tick tick tick tick tick....I am frozen.
There is an adventure...there will be dinosaurs...there will be sneeches....there will be pirates.
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