SyntheticalY, promise me one thing: that you'll never change your avatar. I find it deeply beautiful, DEEPLY.

who is that yr avatar?

I had to look at it, I am still groggy. But please don't speak to me, porky is a mighty jealous person. He might percieve this as a come on.

Time's running out, and the yellow key is now in the wrong hands.

New instructions:

Find the hole before floatingslowly gets there, and stay inside it till I come up with a new strategy. Count by ten every five minutes, and then sing some nursery rhymes. It helped various heroines before.

Mary Woronov.

are you okay? o.O

No no, don't insult his intelligence. What kind of wife will you guys be.

What do you mean are you ok? This is definitely NOT the way to talk to the shaman, my lovely!

Damn. Foiled again. It's not the avatar that stirs me, it's you dear Syn, it's always been you!

time is of the essence.

lindsay lohan

See, Laila? This is what happened because you haven't answered to the questions that I have asked you on the post pictures of yourself thread. You still aren't sure about HIS sex, and we are losing the battle. Time for a change.

no i ment in your avatar demonrail666. i know who lindsay lohan is unfortunately.

my avatar is a de-constructed and re-built Cantankerous

soon the world will be within my grasp.

PRAISE ZUUL!


here's a picture of me taken 5 minutes ago:



PS: my sex is YES.

Laila, we're fucked! There is a way to escape, though. HE claims that his sex is yes. Now, if you take the letters in YES, add them to TERDAY, I'm sure you'll get the meaning of what I'm trying to say, because I fucking don't. Try it, Laila! RUUUUUNN!!!

hey laila, i tried to send you an add for myspace, but you dont except bands....
but i listened to the voice massages while listening to the nels cline song
the divine homegirl. and it mixes very well. very providencey... you should try it...

oh, sorry Laila. It's Linda Hayden. A british actress from the 60-70s.

translated from seven languages, seven times:

The pupils did not speak it the human languages; they spoke in refused linguette. But the God permitted, from those was opened, around to understand hard, what the pupils it said. Sometimes this arrives today. They see, which eravate, which feel in is amazing, speak people.

Darkness descended onto this thread.

Laila is in the woods.

I SEE BLOOD! I SEE BLOOD!