For Taralynn

[Azazel]

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[Jessica]

awwww ain't that sweet

 

[Thornless]

awwww ain't that sweet

That's not a body of water below the birds.

:24:




:jk:surrender

 

[Jessica]

That's not a body of water below the birds.

:24:




:jk:surrender

it's not? :confused

It sure looks like it

oh wait you're joking...but I don't get it lol :surrender

 

[Taralynn]

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Aw babes...Yes, I'll be your Valentines. Think of the tokenz we save...

 

[Thornless]

it's not? :confused

It sure looks like it

oh wait you're joking...but I don't get it lol :surrender

Its bird poop

 

[Taralynn]

Okay girls!!! Stop crapping on my thread...mmmkkkaaayyy??

 

[Thornless]

Sorry!

 

[Taralynn]

Sorry!

Awww.....

 

[Jessica]

Sorry!

awww that's cute

 

[Jessica]

Its bird poop

ohhhhh :24:

 

[Taralynn]

ohhhhh :24:

Honey??? It's NOT bird poop!!!


It a fuckin' lake!! :eek


shitfirehowdydoody....i just swore on my own romantic thread. Thornless?!? You owe me a back rub!!!!! :mad

 

[Jessica]

oh :unsure:

bird poop or lake...it looks more like a lake.. I guess you're right

 

[Taralynn]

Don't worry, sweetie!

 

[Jessica]

okay

 

[Azazel]

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[JanieDough]

what's wrong with her?

EDIT: pictures need not be too graphic.



Get Better Soon Tara!!

 

[SouthOfHeaven]

Awe miss taras sick poor girl! She better get well asap!! ZaZ use ur magic picture power to fix her

 

[Taralynn]

Oh!! WOW!!

I hadn't even seen this!! Gosh!!! Aw Az....thank you. And everybody I am just as fine and right as rain!

 

[Azazel]

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.​

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream? ​