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morningstar
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daxle
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in the morning there is nothing left but what's inside of me
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josie
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whenever i hear the morning star my mind brings upon my conciousness memories of us, alone together, cold, rained-on & naked in the summer-time.
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jinx
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Good morning, Starshine. The Earth says hello. You twinkle above us; we twinkle below. The morning would have been better had I not worried about my mother killing me for falling asleep...
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kerry
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i had a morningstar burger in my lunch today. with mustard.
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020827
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Achilles
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My best friend used a bronze one. I prefer the sword.
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020828
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karasu
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a light, fast blade in one hand, and a semi-auto pistol in the other, the blade is rusted and cracked the gun is almost spent he felt a slight surge in his confidence remembering the stone dagger in his breast pocket, ancient and ceremonial, it bore little scars that proved it had been used in combat more than once. he readied the pistol and scouted for the men among the robed figures who appeared to be carrying rifles. "before i get started", he thought, "i should just go ahead, put my head between my knees and kiss my ass good-bye" he took down three of the five riflemen before they knew he was there, he had no compunction about using the cultists scrambling mindlessly at him as human shields and the riflemen had none about shooting their charges another rifleman fallen, one to go, dropping the rifle, beneath the robe an automatic. an Uzi shit shit shit, he chanted in his mind, but he did nnot have tme to think of much else as he felt the crushing blow to the back of his head and neck, tne piercing pain in angry red and orange flashes in his subconscious vision the last thing he saw was an impossibly beautiful woman in black-finished medieval armor carrying a flail "wow" he said almost audibly as he died
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silentbob
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am i the star beneath the stairs? am i the ghost up on the stage? am i your anything... and i don't.. want to.. die tonight
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020828
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what's it to you?
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