Think of it.
A flare in the darkness. A flint-flicker of sparking light. A raspy flick that makes the walls glow red for a second. Beat. Beat. Flicker.
And then sparkle. The stop motion light show of a sparkler. Tiny. Deep down, can you a see it? Hold the sparkle, watch it flare. Watch the room light up.
We know how desperate Xbox is, on the 23rd try. Desperate enough to ask for a little psychic backup. Close your eyes. See the path. See the life starting. Flicker, spark.
The silent fizz of a new life coming into being. Tonight.
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Was that you in my bushes?
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Nice.
Did you get inspiration from the Kristina Lloyd article for the sparkle image?
XBox, By the Power of Grey Skull......
Maybe subliminally,Hm, as I don't remember what you're talking about!
You can check out her site, btw, though I warn you, it's full of pictures of wet men.
By the Power of Greyskull,you command him??
Everything is crossed (or should it be uncrossed?) as per usual. I don't think I've ever thought about another person's sex life as much as I have Xbox's.
That's quite possibly the most disturbing thing I've read in quite a while.
Well, since Maxi's last post anyway.
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