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Hectate
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I'm at work, bored, don't mind the grammar errors:
This infernal month is finally, at last--closing to an end. Though, to which the closing of its curtain--i had most the profound anticipation there with, yet all for naught, alas.
I clamour internally, bemoan, and salvage all wit just thinking of Half Life 2 being delayed. Shower me with woe, ray of sun be it daggers and pester me and throes and lamentation i shall cast before you--but do not delay HALF LIFE 2!
Aghast, as dust motes clear--and vision becomes unclouded, this month has waned oh so pretilly, oh so dreadfully, oh so achingly.
No, still not looking for a pussy. Gaming, yes, i shall squander this measley dot-of-an-i, insignificant, but a mere moat to a castle--life of mine.
Rusting, withering, that's what progression does best.
And, that faithful day--when valve annouced the delay for haf life2. I decided mine husk of a body, a mere dull-shadow of its former self, a twinge of its reality still dawning in my occasional fidgety body--needed a fresh air.
I drag minself downtown, reflect inanimated thoughts upon the myriad of stars above, oh such beauty--such grace,howi missit, and the moon, in its luminosity, how it crave to be cradled, such panorama--with a thought of such splendour exposing and granting itself to a guttersnipe as i.
A car streaked by with a blur, within over-joyed little girls with shirts drawn up, and white bra being cast thither. I look around, nobody else but me, a shrug, a sigh, a sip of coco--the tremelous hands shaking as i see it smidgen with a slight hue red from the cold night.
Not even girls going wild would shake me off the hoves of that rattling din, in a form of a great momentous disappointment
This infernal month is finally, at last--closing to an end. Though, to which the closing of its curtain--i had most the profound anticipation there with, yet all for naught, alas.
I clamour internally, bemoan, and salvage all wit just thinking of Half Life 2 being delayed. Shower me with woe, ray of sun be it daggers and pester me and throes and lamentation i shall cast before you--but do not delay HALF LIFE 2!
Aghast, as dust motes clear--and vision becomes unclouded, this month has waned oh so pretilly, oh so dreadfully, oh so achingly.
No, still not looking for a pussy. Gaming, yes, i shall squander this measley dot-of-an-i, insignificant, but a mere moat to a castle--life of mine.
Rusting, withering, that's what progression does best.
And, that faithful day--when valve annouced the delay for haf life2. I decided mine husk of a body, a mere dull-shadow of its former self, a twinge of its reality still dawning in my occasional fidgety body--needed a fresh air.
I drag minself downtown, reflect inanimated thoughts upon the myriad of stars above, oh such beauty--such grace,howi missit, and the moon, in its luminosity, how it crave to be cradled, such panorama--with a thought of such splendour exposing and granting itself to a guttersnipe as i.
A car streaked by with a blur, within over-joyed little girls with shirts drawn up, and white bra being cast thither. I look around, nobody else but me, a shrug, a sigh, a sip of coco--the tremelous hands shaking as i see it smidgen with a slight hue red from the cold night.
Not even girls going wild would shake me off the hoves of that rattling din, in a form of a great momentous disappointment
