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Spreadin' the Word
Mon Dec 8, 2008, 2:47 PM
Mood:
Tired
Hey there! Sorry it's been so long, life caught up with me.
I'd just like to pop in and spread the word about a contest
is holding, known as Wing It!
I encourage anyone to join and take a whack at it! It should be fun!
Check it out here:
[link]
*salute* See ya!
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Silvercharmed
Dec 8, 2008, 3:28:21 PM
Wow! thanks so much!!!
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Come to the edge, he said,
They said: We are afraid
Come to the edge, he said.
They came,
He pushed them,
...and they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire
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bpdranari
Dec 8, 2008, 4:43:50 PM
^^ np.
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forWinds
, my literature account.
It's pretty there. Go see.
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Infrunitas
Jan 1, 2009, 1:21:21 PM
awesomeness!
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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Journal History
Jun 30, 2009
quiz
Feb 3, 2009
Semester Switch, Art Dump, and other crazy things
Dec 8, 2008
Spreadin' the Word
Sep 7, 2008
So basically my weekend sucked.
Jul 20, 2008
Because I'm a Conformist
Jul 18, 2008
I am 80% Retarded (NO WAY)
Jul 17, 2008
Seasons are Changing
Jul 10, 2008
First 10
Jul 5, 2008
PpI know in real life, look! You may be in here!
Jul 2, 2008
interesting...
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--
Come to the edge, he said,
They said: We are afraid
Come to the edge, he said.
They came,
He pushed them,
...and they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire
--
~forWinds, my literature account.
It's pretty there. Go see.
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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