NationStates Jolt Archive

Taking your cues from my message prompt.
The sparkles in my eyes will be your light.
Could we call in an impartial judge.
You've scored a 6 in my heart, baby.
Nazareth Nazis. Fight for your light.
The days of Wonder-bread are long gone.
You'll have to pull your own obesity from now on.
Though, with your bombé eyes, I couldn't leave even if I wanted to.
Is Science really so intimidating, Imortelle.
Let it all wash by you.
We're not going anywhere for a while.
Her oriform Amphisbaena would do well in the Roman section of our hall.

You're falling right into his trap.
There is no back to this camisole, and there never will be.
You got my xerocopy, peripetia incarnate, now return without my castle.
I've seen what you do to men's wanion, and I won't see it happen again, not without a myraidth of what you did to him.
A hexagonal corporate punchout.
The Tower of Romeo huddles at your feet.
Verizon horizon.
If my rights look so wrong to your bat-swept dianetics,
the least you could throw me is a sentence or two proving your electoral morals.
It was only one step.
Yet you took it so lightly.
The only survivors clarigate themselves.
A final war.
Theomachy.

did i miss something here?

did i miss something here?
They say the City of Lights collapses from a hit or two, but I've never seen a better glare. You were drinking snake oil after four stairs, and that was without the relapse.

If you're going to do someone, make sure you right your dues. I've been in the wrong situation, and you never saw a fraction of that might. Inebriated, yeah, but the directions are right. Slick auto, but grotto kicks. Gross breaks, and that's just the start of it all.

Your scopes had him in the hall the next day, but hexed the shit up when you feel exhausted. You're hosting a party, but not the kind anyone attends. Your lawn on fire from the ranks' dissent, again, and you can't even have a smoke. The hazing has to stop, in a sequence of days. Dozing with lepers has its drawbacks, none you can find but meters tell right, they attack. Mourn this mount, count the steps to your house, and steer your equilibrium from the doldrums; get up and scout.

Wreck a new one every night. Learn to live, mack.