The person below me does not have a bad case of writer's block and/or has the ability to make a decent plot.
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True, I have no lack of inspiration just now, and that's a good thing because I'm quitting my full time job to start writing more. 
And I had a KILLER dream last night. Two Sangers for the price of one. *sigh* I love my men.
The person below me cringes at the thought of having a Sanger in their dreams. He's scary after all...
And I had a KILLER dream last night. Two Sangers for the price of one. *sigh* I love my men.
The person below me cringes at the thought of having a Sanger in their dreams. He's scary after all...
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kshau-protectorate.com
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I like it, I don't *love* it... 
The person below me has crumbs of some kind of food near them.
The person below me has crumbs of some kind of food near them.
Author of Repurposed
kshau-protectorate.com
kshau-protectorate.com
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PinkDragon
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- caesiusdraco
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False. I no longer have anything furry. (Wow! how did that originally come out as 'for me'?)
The person blow me has snorted pixie sticks.
The person blow me has snorted pixie sticks.
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S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
- caesiusdraco
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False. I like numbers. Particularly the ones in my bank statement...When they exist.
The person below me has been bitten by a snake.
The person below me has been bitten by a snake.
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
False, but I've seen similar acts (though nowhere near as good).
The person below me has more than one website account devoted to dragons.
The person below me has more than one website account devoted to dragons.
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kshau-protectorate.com
kshau-protectorate.com
true, at the moment I have six (I think, but I may need to recount) and am considering 2 more
the person below me has a giveaway that needs to be done, but is slacking off when they should be putting it up
the person below me has a giveaway that needs to be done, but is slacking off when they should be putting it up

www.valmorran.com/malnev.html
www.valmorran.com/kavera_weyr.html - in progress
www.valmorran.com/wolfden.html - under construction
- caesiusdraco
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True-ish. I have several I've never finished. Bad me.
The person below me prefers diet pop over regular.
The person below me prefers diet pop over regular.
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
- DNS
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..sorta true? IRL I'm quiet and twitchy and occasionally hyper and have a tendency to hallucinate for absolutely no reason? And I don't really associate with anyone or get enough sleep, and have a tendency to loose people fairly quickly accause they wander off.. and on the interweb, it
s much the same way, only I'm louder and more hyper. ._. friends and the external remain basically the same. RECLUSE PRIDE. arr.
The person beneath me has gotten something stuck in their nose before.
s much the same way, only I'm louder and more hyper. ._. friends and the external remain basically the same. RECLUSE PRIDE. arr.
The person beneath me has gotten something stuck in their nose before.
- caesiusdraco
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False?
The person beneath me has been attacked by deer. (Long story)
The person beneath me has been attacked by deer. (Long story)
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
- caesiusdraco
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False. The person below you thinks freewebs is the devil and wouldn't bother to deal with them anyway.
I'll just post it here. It's not that long, anyway.
When I was about...erm 5-ish, we went to a petting zoo where you could go in the enclosure with the deer and feed them popcorn. Well, I was wearing a sweater that had these little, white snowballs sew onto it.
Well, there were about 20 deer versus a 5 year-old kid, and when they decided that I wasn't handing out the popcorn fast enough they knocked me down, ate the popcorn and tried to eat the snowballs off my shirt. It was great.
The person beneath me is addicted to caffiene.
I'll just post it here. It's not that long, anyway.
When I was about...erm 5-ish, we went to a petting zoo where you could go in the enclosure with the deer and feed them popcorn. Well, I was wearing a sweater that had these little, white snowballs sew onto it.
Well, there were about 20 deer versus a 5 year-old kid, and when they decided that I wasn't handing out the popcorn fast enough they knocked me down, ate the popcorn and tried to eat the snowballs off my shirt. It was great.
The person beneath me is addicted to caffiene.
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
- caesiusdraco
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Sure! True. 
The person beneath me has a car that hates them.
The person beneath me has a car that hates them.
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
Very true. I think it's why most relationships fail these days, because they're built solely on physical attraction and lust. And then the poor little idiots look so perplexed when their relationship fails. They never think that it's more important to be with someone you actually like as a person...
The person below me is way less cynical than I am.
The person below me is way less cynical than I am.