ima spend some time trying to develop a body for mr. mephisto (that crazy zombie bunny in my scraps)
any suggestions on what sort of body he should have are welcome.....
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It’s dark. A kettle is boiling. A spoonful of coffee grounds into the cafetiere. Another. Pour the water in. Stir. Put the lid on, grab a mug and take it outside. The sun is sliding over the horizon, such a sleepy head. Push the plunger down and pour the coffee. The steam rising from the mug mixes with the early fog. Remember how it all happened.
There was pain, it was dull and unimpressive. It was like waking from a dream and finding yourself still dreaming. Reading a note from a friend: “It's Quiet, I can - barely- hear myself b
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Go say HEY! to my fiance XxartnlovexX!
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep! Disorder!
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Save Ferris.
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