...to me in the middle of the night somehow saying you have a crush on me and ... telling you to get with me? HMMMMM. i smell a fire! say you like me as a friend again, and i'll make sure its your skull lauren is finding on the side of the road tomorrow. im supposed to go to the arsenal tonight with velrath (sp?). thats another LOL. ummmm. i cant even imagine how tonights gonna go, if i decide...
...they were moved by governments, disassembled by relic seekers, interred in monuments and displayed in museums. No such luck. Descartes’ remains have crumbled to powder and disappeared, leaving only his skull behind. Instead the book is a history of Descartes’ ideas . It follows his philosophy through the genesis, rise and fall of Cartesianism, the Enlightenment, and on through the modern era. In a way...
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To lazy to epic type. Hardcore summary. Moved into new house. Have own room. Been offline due to no cable. Now have cable. Mankind will suffer. Heroes is win. Getting checking card to buy skull hoodie and skater shoes. Reply in comment. Moar l8tr. Kthxbye. I WILL make you suffer. ^_^
... tattooed cat paces back and forth in front of the sealed door to the Ancient Runes classroom, meowing piteously* *inside, all is as before, though the darkness that seems to fill the rune-carved skull is quiescent now; the noise of students running to their next classes filters in through the wards, but skull and room are as silent as though there is nothing there to react* *your clues are as...
...auction -- nobody who really tries can vouch for his presence in the castle since then* *inside the classroom whose wards are known only to his TA and a very few others, a familiar rune-carved skull sits blankly on a shelf overlooking the all-too-neat rows of desks, its hollow eyes seemingly filled with a strange, impenetrable darkness that roils once in a while, as though in futile protest...
Dream Log First Night I’m standing in a town square. I know I’ve never been here, but it’s as familiar as home. It’s late, dark and cold. I hear screams. There is fire all around. In... I know that he was dead long before this fire, before I was born. The skeleton is within reach and extends one long hand, the bones still gleaming pale despite the flames. “It’s time.”
A bit of spooky sultriness for ya. I'll be seeing how well this sells as a print, postcard, and bookmark this weekend. Skull Fairy by ~ roofpig on deviant ART
