Silent comes my adversary to eat me by degrees in the darkness to which I am both servant and master. Hands on my throat it aches to want to need a gasp of air to give blessed relief to my striken frame and when it comes it gives absolution to my soul to know that I am alive. We are not truely alive until we are almost dead.
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eggbod
- http://wordworld.blog.co.uk
- Sunday, Dec. 11, 2005 @ 10:45:25
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WickedImp
- http://www.mischiefmill.net
- Sunday, Dec. 11, 2005 @ 15:49:52
Email for you eggy!
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- Sunday, Dec. 11, 2005 @ 15:44:29
impact... caused..
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WickedImp
- http://www.mischiefmill.net
- Sunday, Dec. 11, 2005 @ 15:50:46
Why thank you.
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WI, "you're veering towards your own dark retrospection...."
And I certainly hope you are alive to respond to comments on your blog today