52 Quite Dangerous Quiet...There's 52 bottles of booze waiting behind the bar, infront of the mirror.52 Quite Dangerous Quiet...
Waiting for me, to take them in home.
They never ask me, ask me to be still. Demanding quiet, when I need passion, or casting me away otherwise.
She's beautiful, more so than the sun. The sun at midday bliss in the Pacific.
But so are they, my 52 bottled friends, tonight tonight tonight MORE than her.
The murder of love the love of murder stir; my whisky glass is
Carrotia no1: Dawn In FuchsiaThe lumbering pink spacecraft slid quietly through the darkness of space, lighting it up, not only with its very presence, but, in fact, also with the presence of several billion kilowatts worth of carefully designed light. It stood in the off-pink janitor's closets. It pulsed to life along the sides of beautifully crafted hallways. It hung from the ceiling in immaculately decorated bridge rooms. It was, however, remarkably absent from Radar. Radar was a large section. A giant dome located near the foot of this Intergallactic Class space vessel, littered with consoles and smashed lightbulbs, which by far outreached the lengtCarrotia no1: Dawn In Fuchsia
The Literate Badger
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"No, no! I applaud you."- John Stewart
"Well, that does it. All goodness in the world is dead..."- Crow T. Robot
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ma raison d'être est de prendre la photo
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ma raison d'être est de prendre la photo
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ma raison d'être est de prendre la photo
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