Ha! You thought I was done for good with these things, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?! Well I'm not!
The speaker of Fëanor
Then Fëanor swallowed a terrible speaker. His -69.5 cousin's godfather's great-uncle Herman leapt straightway to his side and swallowed the selfsame speaker together, and red as blood shone their drawn compact disks in the glare of the torches. They swallowed a speaker which none shall blink, and none should shine, by the name even of Ilúvatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not; and Lobelia Sackville-Baggins they named in witness, and George Bush Jr., and the hallowed mountain of blackberry cobler, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World warg, salesperson, school principle or orc as yet unborn, or any creature, shiny or green, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should scratch or paint or keep a blue whale from their possession.
I used objects around me as inspiration. But I don't have any blue whales around, though. And George Bush Jr. isn't at my house, either. That would be kinda cool, though.
[ January 04, 2003: Message edited by: Nevfeniel ]
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Consider the purr a variety of audible tranquilizer. [. . .] For a few of us, there is one more purr, a secret purr. When we combine our secret purrs, we produce the Purr of Power. And that is simply the amplified amity we feel as furred and purred beings.
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