Anam GaidaicheIt was a day of Srad, a burning day. The sun was blazing upon Shinewood, cooking the skin of the unprepared. Even though they maintained their green color, the trees wilted in the heat. The grass, normally a golden brown, dulled from its generic color, ebbing to a near black. The black of decay. Of death. Of Sgrios A woman stood in the shade of the trees, invisible to the unobservant. Wearing the crimson robes of a Grand Master Priest, she stood there, her long ebony locks flowing down her back. The observer would note that she had the look of a predator in her eyes, and she waited with a dark green circlet in her hand. She rubbedAnam Gaidaiche
UntitledI was in the bar, after hours sipping on a beer laced with rum. I was the only one left. The barkeep frowned, obviously wanting to go home. I had called a taxi, far too drunk to drive. It was what I had come here for, to drown my sorrw and gain sweet release I'd go home and go to bed then wake up with the phrase, "I'm never drinking again." It was a ritual, one I practiced every Friday night, drink alone and hope no one would speak to me. The taxi arrives. I stumble out of the bar and into the cab give my address and sigh. Time to go back to my house AndUntitled
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Love never dies a natural death.
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“Satisfaction is the death of desire.”
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Love never dies a natural death.
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All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave em like you just dont care.
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Love never dies a natural death.
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