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colours wrapped aroundbearing down to crushing cold feel it sinking, growing old, making angels in the snow and seeking liars in the fold
everything in shades of grey there are no words left to say that we have lost it all today and nothing breathes but tender prey
that shiver naked in the light cast in sanguine and in white tumble, fumble out of sight and we pass by them, in the night
so now the rain comes down, and the rain comes crashing down, and the rain comes beating down on me, and the rain comes howling down on thee
and the money flow colours wrapped around
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Contact With The Enemy3.712985.M41. Teleostro.
Darius pumped the shotgun again, unloading its heavy-tipped man-stopper shell in the general direction of something most definitely not a man. The shell struck more or less true, blasting the top of his assailant's helmet clean away, but not seeming to slow the alien in the slightest. It continued its flying leap, clearing the fallen tree by the side of the road, bringing its slender chainsword back for the kill. Before Darius could dodge, or raise his weapon to block, or indeed do anything to prolong his existence, the chainsword fell - first toward his head, straight and true, then away, tumbling to bit Contact With The Enemy
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A Labour of Love4298727996.M41. Babel.
I knew she was the one from the moment I laid eyes on her. Even with her arms twisted behind her back by two arbitrators, even with her eyes blackened and her penitent's hair shirt, I knew it. She was the woman who gave my life meaning.
My name, at the time, was Anton Rhudd. Peasant's name. At the time, I'd been lucky to make the grade and be signed up as an enforcer, low-ranking next to the off-world adepts manhandling my prize along the corridor but so much higher placed than my father, or his father, or any of their fathers. I was in the company of adepts. My son, if I had one - and it wasn' A Labour of Love
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instructions on the boxinstructions on the box?
step one - the hardest get it out of your trousers find someone to love for as long as it lasts and when you get bored you can stick it together do what we all do id est: have a kid
step two is to raise it to talk and to walk and when that's accomplished? 'sit down and shut up' you'll send it to school to learn to be good to cope with the bullies like everyone should
step three? well, it's easy through those teenage years you've got to ignore it not a difficult thing what w instructions on the box
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"Deviant" Art?

Mon Jan 28, 2008, 10:31 PM

They're having a laugh, right?

One. Why does Fan Fiction not end up under Literature and Prose where it belongs, but under Fan Art? There are no pickers here!

Two. Why is Fan Fiction suddenly an exclusive genre? I'd have thought it better in the box before - then you just select Fan Fiction and then a genre. Possibly even a fandom. Grr.

Three. Why the pissing hiccups does "Deviant" Art feel the need for mature content warnings? I thought we were, y'know, deviants? Sensible people whose maxim is something like "I state, you react - no material is offensive. There is only the response 'offended'."

Well, there's no terribly graphic violence or actual descriptions of sex in my work, and I ain't about to kowtow to nobody's Mrs Lovejoy impersonation. I will not think of the children. They're all foul-mouthed little fornicators anyway.

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