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Anything beats waking up at 1 am to the shenanigans of drunk professors - Alive In A Box
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Alive In A Box. Hey you, whats your name, come out of there! Anything beats waking up at 1 am to the shenanigans of drunk professors. June 14th, 2011. Currently I am at a professional conference. The kind that is - aside from the meetings and the disseminating of scientific information, a lot more like summer camp than a conference. For one, we are housed in dormitories. For another, there are afternoon activities! A MEME. Snagged from. 08 Last sexual experience. 14 Quirks in bed. 17 Best kept secrets.
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For Sale: Balance Board for Wii and Wii U, Plus Rechargeable Battery Pack - What I do is me...
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Fire and a rose. For Sale: Balance Board for Wii and Wii U, Plus Rechargeable Battery Pack - What I do is me. For that I came. The dove descending breaks the air. With flame of incandescent terror. Of which the tongues declare. The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair. Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre. To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love is the unfamiliar Name. Behind the hands that wove. The intolerable shirt of flame. Fire and a rose.
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What I do is me...
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Fire and a rose. What I do is me. For that I came. The dove descending breaks the air. With flame of incandescent terror. Of which the tongues declare. The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair. Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre. To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love is the unfamiliar Name. Behind the hands that wove. The intolerable shirt of flame. Which human power cannot remove. We only live, only suspire. Consumed by either fire or fire.
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June 15th, 2015 - What I do is me...
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Fire and a rose. June 15th, 2015 - What I do is me. For that I came. The dove descending breaks the air. With flame of incandescent terror. Of which the tongues declare. The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair. Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre. To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love is the unfamiliar Name. Behind the hands that wove. The intolerable shirt of flame. Which human power cannot remove. We only live, only suspire. I love many of you.
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Several Lush LE Items Up For Sale on eBay - What I do is me...
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Fire and a rose. Several Lush LE Items Up For Sale on eBay - What I do is me. For that I came. The dove descending breaks the air. With flame of incandescent terror. Of which the tongues declare. The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair. Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre. To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love is the unfamiliar Name. Behind the hands that wove. The intolerable shirt of flame. Which human power cannot remove. Fire and a rose.
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2020 - What I do is me...
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Fire and a rose. 2020 - What I do is me. For that I came. The dove descending breaks the air. With flame of incandescent terror. Of which the tongues declare. The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair. Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre. To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love is the unfamiliar Name. Behind the hands that wove. The intolerable shirt of flame. Which human power cannot remove. We only live, only suspire. Consumed by either fire or fire.
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I love Joni Mitchell. I do. And it it breaks my heart… - What I do is me...
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Fire and a rose. I love Joni Mitchell. I do. And it it breaks my heart - What I do is me. For that I came. The dove descending breaks the air. With flame of incandescent terror. Of which the tongues declare. The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair. Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre. To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love is the unfamiliar Name. Behind the hands that wove. The intolerable shirt of flame. Which human power cannot remove. Public an...
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Dragon*Con: Anyone willing to share a room/floor of a room with me? - What I do is me...
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Fire and a rose. Dragon*Con: Anyone willing to share a room/floor of a room with me? What I do is me. For that I came. The dove descending breaks the air. With flame of incandescent terror. Of which the tongues declare. The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair. Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre. To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love is the unfamiliar Name. Behind the hands that wove. The intolerable shirt of flame. Which human power cannot remove.
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And, for my friends who tend toward anxiety... - What I do is me...
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Fire and a rose. And, for my friends who tend toward anxiety. - What I do is me. For that I came. The dove descending breaks the air. With flame of incandescent terror. Of which the tongues declare. The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair. Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre. To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love is the unfamiliar Name. Behind the hands that wove. The intolerable shirt of flame. Which human power cannot remove. Fire and a rose.
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Dragon*Con: Anyone willing to share a room/floor of a room with me? - What I do is me...
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Fire and a rose. Dragon*Con: Anyone willing to share a room/floor of a room with me? What I do is me. For that I came. The dove descending breaks the air. With flame of incandescent terror. Of which the tongues declare. The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair. Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre. To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love is the unfamiliar Name. Behind the hands that wove. The intolerable shirt of flame. Which human power cannot remove.
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