

Memories of MidnightMemories of those who deceased Many, many, have passed on, But still, you remainMemories of Midnight
Always on my thoughts
I may be a simple villager But I did have a heart, Even in the unfeeling bleak wars I have lived through A mage, of superior birth Embezzled my heart
I learned substantial terminology And how to read, So I could win his compassion Then, as warfare ruptured, He was called away, And As I lingered, for his homecoming In his stead, a messenger, Soft spoken lad, Told me,
Now, His body is Six feet under, &nb
Hugs
Be glad. I give you free plugging to my friends.
Do more stuff. Upload flash or something. Play with words. Learn to use your touch mousepad for evil art. I can even tell you where to get art software.
Make brushes. Play. Throw convention out the window.
Maybe we can work up some kind of art exchange.
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-Snow the
I'm not crazy! Just... Reality challenged.
Alright. I admit it. I am a sellout. But Snow Must Make Cash.
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Figuring out life... one screw up at a time.
Meow.
Flash! YAY
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Figuring out life... one screw up at a time.
Meow.
Yes, the battle of the sibs Rages ON!
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Figuring out life... one screw up at a time.
Meow.
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