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Post by B. on Jun 21, 2012 1:07:04 GMT -5
Rings let married couples know they belong to one another. They let the students know when their classes end. They allow overly violent madness to ensue between boxers. Above all, they're a signal to begin shocks, threats, and wild accusations. So ring bells of treachery if you will, but remember: you've been warned ...
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Jun 21, 2012 1:13:37 GMT -5
I decided to go back to my regular name. Linda Rhaldeen is an anagram of Daniel Handler that I found in the LSUA.
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Post by B. on Jun 21, 2012 1:31:30 GMT -5
Your name isn't really Linda though, right?
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Post by Kensicle on Jun 21, 2012 2:23:48 GMT -5
(I believe it's M.)
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Post by thenarrator on Jun 21, 2012 3:30:56 GMT -5
Okay...resetting my profile stats.
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Post by Poe's Coats Host Toast on Jun 21, 2012 3:54:23 GMT -5
I didn't realize you have been good to your mother.
No, wait-!
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Post by Dante on Jun 21, 2012 6:15:02 GMT -5
Now my bat circles on the breeze of eve, That creeps, in shudd'ring sits, along the wave, And trembles 'mid the woods, and through the cave Whose lonely sighs the traveller deceive; For oft, when melancholy charms his mind, He thinks the Spirit of the rock he hears, Nor listens, but with sweetly-thrilling tears, To the low, mystic murmurs of the wind! Now the bat circles, and the twilight dew Falls silent round, and, o'er the mountain-cliff, The gleaming wave and far-discover'd skiff, Spreads the grey veil of soft, harmonious hue. So falls o'er Silence the dew of pity's tear Dimming her lonely visions of despair." -Ann Radcliffe, The Mysteries of Udolpho
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Post by Christmas Chief on Jun 21, 2012 6:23:02 GMT -5
Its certainly a lonely life, in the darkness, but at least one needn't ever fear one's masseges aren't being recieved, for there is no one to hear them. Wyh do we subject ourselves to faer? I can think of just one answer: greif.
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Post by Sixteen on Jun 21, 2012 7:12:41 GMT -5
I think I've coded my identity to an indecipherable level.
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Post by Dante on Jun 21, 2012 7:58:21 GMT -5
Its certainly a lonely life, in the darkness, but at least one needn't ever fear one's masseges aren't being recieved, for there is no one to hear them. Wyh do we subject ourselves to faer? I can think of just one answer: greif. Its only a foolish daydram, but ever bfore nowm have i axpected zuch violence in relity. Rereturning to sactuary sems like my lost desort.
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Post by soufflé on Jun 21, 2012 8:12:23 GMT -5
I didn't realize this was a sad occasion.
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Post by Dante on Jun 21, 2012 14:16:54 GMT -5
The world is quiet here.
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Post by Christmas Chief on Jun 21, 2012 19:06:26 GMT -5
I was angry with my fend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
Then I watered it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my row beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine ...
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Post by M on Jun 21, 2012 21:23:00 GMT -5
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Post by thenarrator on Jun 21, 2012 22:05:41 GMT -5
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