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Thu, Mar. 16th, 2006 05:41 pm
Aliteration Proliferation

Back behind the brawny billows of Belthazar and Briggem, brood the bulkish blocks of black and bulging brutes bent brazen on branded bandits, bewildered, before the badly bruised boss of the band. Carefully clung childhood chums, convinced of cruel compensation for cunning caught in critical chance. Did doom deem deserved for dastardly doings done descretly during dusk's descending disc? Fellows feared the festering faces forcing friends to fight for freedom or feign failure to flee the fortnight following. Gains granted graciously by God grasped for go ghastly gone, gutted of good, by ghoulish greed and great gall. Hooligans holding hellish horns and heavy heat from hot hearth hid his heaving-hard heart's hope for help from high heaven. "Just joking," jested jovial John Jr., jetting in jammies, joining the jailed jackels jabbering to Jesus. "Kris and Kraig kill kettle kelp and keep the kitchen. Let's let live little loafers, lest a loss looms lightly lads." Mad and mangled Master Martin, murmuring militant mumbles, moved maliciously mean. "No naughter naives need night's needle, not negligent nonsense, now near nails and notions! Prick poison pins precisely pointed perfect past a person's polish! Quickly quiet quite quixotic queerish quandries! Ready the red and rough rogues reserved rightly for righteous retribution returning the rediculous raiders run ragged from rage! Silence the silly soldiers sent so solumnly to see sleep sought soberly slip swiftly sour! Take the treasonous traitors to the tip of the top of the tower and toss them to the tortured tigers thirsty for taste!" "Valor and vaulted values vex vanity and very valid verification of vivid visage vainly vintage in voices. Who witnessed the weird wanderers waking warriors with waxed water?" "Xavier. Yes, the yellow yapper, yipping yield yesterday to yarn." "Zeal of zoomed zebra's zit!"

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The Fabulous Dork Queen
Fri, Mar. 17th, 2006 03:44 am (UTC)


This is where Maria talks about life
Fri, Mar. 17th, 2006 10:27 pm (UTC)

Have fun at your brother's concert tonight! I'd come but I will either be taking care of one sister or watching another in her jazz concert.