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Cathy

Oddly I find a strange deja vu.

Buses, aussie accents that sound similar to London, my nipples a ringer, OMG Mikie got short and went golden blond... Oddly so did Terry but what happened to Tina... surely I'm not like that.

In the grey area between amused and pissed. I'm sure you know but unfortunately can't drown in it beer so chocolate will have to do. Ah no wait... ok well there still is chips.

Yes Bond, Diamonds are forever and Gentlemen Perfer blonds... even if women do brunettes with light eyes.

Stop the planet I want to get off. Unfortunately I'm stuck. Say hi to Shrodinger's cat for me. Oh no don't... Ah but yes... but wait... uh..

- Arienadean/Celticess/S9
(Oh hell guess man your the JB or is it Stevie?)

PS not funny... no. Pondering if you checked or just chose crucify as the diswasher option on this cycle.

pleeeeeease upload your 90's MTV idents here. they sit in the corner of my dreams nightly.

Hi I'm a super huge fan.
Please accept my offering of clichéd "I love your work".

i love all of your books especcially hey nostradamus and the gum theif. the best books i have ever and will ever read

I can't wait to see your cameo on the jpod series, play it extra evil! :)

i love your work

You're a hack and your novels are terrible convolutions of pseudo intellectual garbage and smugness.

MRT IS STOKING ME!

The clouds parted and the doves flew towards me,, the blood was rushing down my fingertips and I couldn't remember why,,,all that was important at that moment was that the doves where beautifully reflecting the morning sun. I couldn't figure out time at that point,,I didn't know if I was existing or if I had slipped away into a daydream after a long night of star tripping...But all that was important were the doves,, For the first time in my life, I could feel God shining off my skin, I could feel His grace, and my salvation.
My heavy neck, and dry back of my throat, didn't keep me from staying up later and later every night,, I had grown an addiction to tiredness. For sake of analogies, it was the crack to my blood stream. I would become tired,,and yearn for soft sleep, yet I would push my semi cold body to stay awake for longer and longer.

hi, is this something you would call 'good writing'?