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Three Cheers for PoisonJuliet! the songs croon at me  with soft male voices--  Romeos without swords.  I am tired of those names:  foolish lovers done in  by simple mistakes. Three Cheers for Poison
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Intervention“You’re a filthy, wrong-minded, heathen, hell-bound evil-doer and an affront to the sight of God!”     “Um…excuse me?” Robin had no fucking clue what was going on. He had been sitting on his couch, quietly watching some show about horrific plane crashes, when Desmond burst into the room and started shouting at him.   
“Robin. Please. We’re reasonable guys, you and I. Friends. How long have we known each other?”   
“Like a year, maybe?” Robin turned off the TV and settled all his attention on his little ranting friend. Sighing, he reflected that this woul Intervention
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The Liar: Chapter FourteenThe Liar  Chapter Fourteen   
The airport was like most airports. Crowded, dirty in the way that most public spaces are, and smelling overwhelmingly of anxiety. It reminded the man walking towards the baggage pickup of an ant farm, in that there were a lot of bodies frantically rushing about. The difference between the two being, of course, that ants knew what they were doing. He kept the smirk off his face.   
The man’s immaculate leather shoes picked their way across the terminal and then he stood perfectly straight, staring at the baggage going past. Had anyone bothered to look at him, they would have thought The Liar: Chapter Fourteen
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The Liar: Chapter ThirteenThe Liar  Chapter Thirteen   
“Shit, man, you really can’t dance.”   
“You know what, Gaius? Piss off. That’s what.” Marcus sank lower into the couch, taking another long swig from a bottle of beer to fend off his hangover. Hair of the dog that bit you, and all that. He knew it wasn’t the best idea, but he was damned if he cared.   
“No, no. I mean, you really can’t dance. You’re so stiff and awkward!”   
“I can dance,” Marcus muttered defensively, arms crossed. “I’m quite fantastic at the waltz, thanks. I’ve just never The Liar: Chapter Thirteen
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    :icontwelfth:
    =Twelfth 3 days 1 hour ago
    8U

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        hand me a match
        this is a story about fire
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    ~Winterfang 3 days 1 hour ago
    : D

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    "This isn't a hobby, this is a disorder."
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    =cjwillis Jul 24, 2009, 10:52:39 AM
    *GLOMP!*

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    Create because you must, and for no other reason.
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    ~Winterfang Jul 24, 2009, 3:16:38 PM
    Why hello!

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    "This isn't a hobby, this is a disorder."
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    =edzull Dec 13, 2008, 4:55:47 PM
    Hey, thanks!
    What have you been up to kiddo?

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    ~Winterfang Dec 13, 2008, 8:02:43 PM
    Failing at productivity and poetry, but not at the same time, because that would be a feat. : D

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    "This isn't a hobby, this is a disorder."
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    =edzull Jun 21, 2009, 1:03:25 PM
    Thanks again for all the niceness.

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    =edzull Dec 13, 2008, 9:06:42 PM
    It is selfish of me, but I hope productivity suffers and we all get more poems out of you.

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