I wanted her to reawaken the evil in my heart. I wanted her to return me to the way I was before. Cold and ruthless. I lived by my strength alone, uninhibited by foolish emotion. But slowly… over the years… I became one of you, my quest for greatness gradually giving way to this life [...]
Miguel de Unamuno Bueno Mártir
DiGorno: This pizza boldly asserts itself with authority as a prominant tour du force in the world of oak aged, box fermented pies. It’s lasting finish dominates the pallete without mercey…in a good way. Tombstone: A good table pizza. It’s rabbled nose and trimishly peckine finish precludes it from perhaps a more elevated status. But [...]
We ride on the wings of a demon through the fire and the madness Through the rain and sorrow of the thunderstorm and sadness Past the boundaries of eternity we march on until the dawn Our endless struggle burns on and on Ohhh ohhhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh ohhhhhh Ohhhhhhh whooooaaaa
Given the width of the chasm, I should never had assumed I could have made it across. I mean, I did long jump in college, but I never had a pack of hounds on the chase. No matter, the dogs were pussies. They’d never jump, even if I had steak in each pocket, which I did.
It had been some time since I had to hike through a jungle blindfolded. Patent leather had not been invented for wetland trekking. “Faster,†said the guerilla in front of me while the one behind me used the butt of his Kalashnikov as punctuation.
The boilerplate homonid can categorically postulate the incongruous opposition of allied dichotomies juxtaposed with the menacing antipodal violative vis-a-vis the transversly oppugnant rival (Iraq War). Tightened to a point of absolute measure, the grid of tension redirects to resemble a more disfavorable longing. A different and consubstantial angle of the drama reveals an embellished junque, complete [...]
Oh, fingertip-less fleece gloves i picked up the other day your practicalness is only outshined by your willingness to be unique and allow me to change the volume on my car radio. It is because of you that my transport sounds with life and it’s nice to not accidentally turn off the radio altogether because of [...]
Verily, I approached bog where my wife was swallowed away from this world not 2 months past. The farm had gone under and John sat at the bar with Mayor Winslow cape mountain bread cheese spoon. How hard my whip cracked against the late morning sun light set my watch upon the night table and [...]
Lvl 39 F NE looking for epic mount. NSA. You: Lvl 8 Undead warlock eying the cloth armor at Orgimmar. Me: Lvl 9 Orc rouge /dancing and /spitting. So far from the Tirisfal Glades, we must have been destined to meet. I’d like to use my journeyman skinning skills to remove your cloak, then daze you [...]
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