He rapidly opened his eyes slowly as the sweat dribbled down his nose and onto his chin, freezing in place in the morning dampness. He was gripping his fists in the sheets, twisting and contorting. The taste in his mouth was metallica and acidic, and his mind kept wandering, slinking into the past. He was not going to think about them anymore. This life was, no, this life is. . . (insert your lines)
and you?
by John Doe 32 Replies latest jw friends
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Frannie Banannie
You're a Scorpio, aren't you!
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Frannie Banannie
This life was, no, this life is ticking away faster than shat through a goose. No point in wasting it on exhortations of futility. And yet.........he wondered whether he'd been guilty of premature articulation the night before when........(insert your words here)
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beksbks
Ohhh Frannie, you beat me!
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FlyingHighNow
This life was, no, this life is. . . (insert your lines)
not the same since those medical researchers fed him anthrax. -
beksbks
..........when he'd mentioned his plans. He saw the sideways look they had given one another. He'd suddenly felt cold, and very alone. What had made him think he could confide in them? Why..............(insert your words here)
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Frannie Banannie
Why hadn't he given any thought to the "worst case scenario" when he discovered their plans to meet with him? Why hadn't he realized there was no chance in hell that he would ever......
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unclebruce
be redeemed ..for in his days of madness he'd murdered his wife and now stands naked and alone before his maker in a state of shame his robes covered in blood kneeling at the body of his woman in the street he better run to the City of Refuge. He rants and he raves crying out in vain of the sacred and profane ...my brother, my sister when you're dragged toward the yawing hell-mouth you will beg at the end but there ain't gonna be one, friend, for the grave will spew you out! and you'll scrub and you'll scrub all soaped up in the tub but the blood it won't come off, the memories remain and the blood just won't wash off .. you better run run run to the City of Refuge you better ...(insert your words here) -
prophecor
you'd better reddem yourself. for the hour is arriving, and you'll no chance of escape. The days will find you restless and the heart you once held in your hand, hers, has betrayed you. Are you never going to realise the depths of your depravity? The measure of your madness? The sultry stewardship of your psychotic imagery? Tomorrow will hold you hostage, forever will ( insert your words here)
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unclebruce
...the Assyrian come down like the wolf on the fold with his cohorts gleaming in purple and gold, the sheen of their spears like stars on the sea, when the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, that host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, that host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast and breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; and the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill and their hearts ..
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