~Jake-Sjet
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Dick Richards Part 1 A city can be a dangerous place for a man, and occasionally even more so for a woman. Same goes for the alien’s of the universe, because if there’s one thing we all got in commons it’s this: we all gotta do what we gotta do. Be that flipping Soya burgers to being a kingpin of a drug’s cartel with claws, tentacles or other such things dipping in every pie for a hundred worlds.Dick Richards Part 1
For me, Dick Richards Private Eye, Shamus and Gum Shoe, this rule was no different. Cause ya see, for me and my partner in crime, a Miss Lucy Thadora, we’re just leading a day in the life of the living with every intentio
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Most Adventures... Part OneMost adventures, be them the mild mannered or seemingly outlandish, begin somewhere. Perhaps the hero or heroine in this day and age, finds their life of toil on a farm to be to ‘average’. Maybe they stumble upon the knowledgeable hermit who turns out to be the last of a high and vaulted order of protectors? Perhaps the hero is merely in the wrong place at the right time? But no matter what plan Fate, that whimsical dice rolling Dungeons and Dragon addict, might hatch it is usually considered bad form to not blame that dreaded D word for most heroic quests.Most Adventures... Part One
A word called Destiny!
How such a simp
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Flaming Sword Pt8‘What you did Brother Michael…was murder one of your own, a brother…’ the feminine voice of a Matriarch shudders, as though withholding a tear ‘Killed a son and a father to us all. An Angel to whom poetry was a joy he gave to the poor wretches he forgave by the kiss of his sword, his atonement for their actions. This is your reason, your motive?’Flaming Sword Pt8
“Neigh it was Heresy!” a voice called from the cheap seats, a rallying chant that swept through one bank of Angelic onlookers until the word had become a buzzing sound beyond comprehension or understanding.
“We don’t have the right to judge someone without the ev
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Flaming Sword Pt7He beat his wings, allowing the painkillers to work their tiny fingers into his aching back, they massaging out the pain by bludgeoning the pain receptors in his brain over the back of their amino acid head: Cellular violence was so cute.Flaming Sword Pt7
If he continued down this canyon of office buildings and clubs he’d end up over the bay…and if his luck held there won’t be any US Navy assets out there to contest his cross the Hudson. He really didn’t feel like dodging triple-A fire from a frigate, or worse facing off against some Navy flier in Harriers. He’d win; he just didn’t want to waste time plucking the idiots from the water befor
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- Current Residence: Somewhere....there's heat...rocks...and Labor MP's!...It's either Hell or Hull.
- Interests: Anything shiny...hey you got shinies...MY SHINY! MINE!
- Favourite movie: Serenity, it's shiny
- Favourite band or musician: Poets of the Fall
- Favourite genre of music: Classical, Emo and Christian Rock
- Favourite artist: Cezanne
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I took alot of pictures in the natural history museum, hopefully that'll gove me some inspiration.
I miss chatting to you, you know.
I dont go on msn much anymore, and I'm usually working on my sites, so I don't see anyone much.
I hope you're doing alright where you are.
x
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It Is Not Enough To Succeed, Others Must Fail.
As for myself I am doing well, or as well as could be expected I imagine. I've fallen off the writers badn wagon, though kind friends are trying to get me back in the saddle. A screen play of all things, but I digress. I didn;'t get a chance to see the Natrual History Museum when I was in London, went on the Eye and took a few wrong turns on the Tube (as you do) and generally played the befuddled tourist role with style and grace.
Well okay maybe not with any style, but I was graceful...think Basking Shark's preforming Swan Lake on microcycles.
So how are the web sites coming along?
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Else where. Stars are born. Other stars systems, older, larger, continue to breath. The solar systems dies a quick and silent death. If that’s what it takes, then okay, if I must wait that long, then alright. Because when I think of this, nothing is more
I've never been on the eye, but it looks quite boring from the ground, so I figure, it may not last as interesting in the sky.
It's an alright museum, lots of dead things i'd like to own.
I hope you get back on the writers horse soon.
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It Is Not Enough To Succeed, Others Must Fail.
It would explain why I can't feel my aforementioned as of this moment, but I'll put them on my too do list. So, what artisitc avante garde project are your working on?
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Else where. Stars are born. Other stars systems, older, larger, continue to breath. The solar systems dies a quick and silent death. If that’s what it takes, then okay, if I must wait that long, then alright. Because when I think of this, nothing is more
Dragons on photoshop. Which is taking me a very long time.
Aidan and Heru on photoshop, which has been sitting around.
Err...
A two character wolf-human pic, and a wolf-human summoning a spirit pic, both on A2.
Alot of slow moving work.
I'd like to help you out with your predicament, but, you know.
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It Is Not Enough To Succeed, Others Must Fail.
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